For today's poem, I want you to write a poem about something missing. It can be about an actual physical object or something you just can't put your finger on (like "love" or "the spirit of Christmas" or something).
There once were a feller, Joe,
who had fewer brains than dough.
He opened his yap,
foot into the trap:
he lost way more than his toe.
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funny stuff, though :)
Sorta reminds me of the WOOZ scarecrow!
Hurray for limerick!ReplyDelete
Sounds like he was a politician.ReplyDelete
He put his foot in it good and proper!ReplyDelete
Well he is missing something now.ReplyDelete
Unfortunately, I think most people fitting Joe's description become superstars in the media.
Nessa, if I come over there, can we meet?ReplyDelete
I had no idea you knew Joe! Boy that guy sure gets around well for a gimp!ReplyDelete
Noe Noe: Don’t feel sorry for Joe. He never learns.ReplyDelete
Juliana: We all know Joe, though.
Melli: He must be bendy; D
Doug: Yes, we love our limericks.
Jay: I have a Band-Aid.
Tom: You figured it out.
Maggie: And couldn’t get it out.
Dr. John: Maybe several sometings.
Weirsdo: Tricky named woman – your name messes with my dyslexia. They become Mega-famous.
Jenn: You snuck in on me. I will email you.
Quilly: He’s not quite as famous as the infamous Bob, though.