Two mudslingers got into mud packed fight
Their slip and slide created such a blight
The pot maker ran away to Gibraltar
Now there isn't a pot for the water
They better hide their black faces in night.
10.10.2016
Lovely, I needed a smile. Excellent share, truly enjoyed this read, thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting limerick. Loved reading it.
Thanks Geeta.