Treasure Island

Little King of Sorrows


Unstable Limmerick


There once was a man in the city,
many did say he was witty,
forced to leave home,
packed his pen and his comb,
never asking of none for their pity.

There are poems under construction,
Unfinished due to destruction,
not much time for them now,
but when life will allow,
I'll resume if I find some instruction.

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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