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Slow Suicide

McNeer couldn’t take it no mo’ By rope-in-tree he would go - Nerve’s gone I fear - It’s been near a year (He’s waitin’ for the saplin’ to grow!)

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/8/2014 12:34:00 AM

hahaha, THIS IS GREAT. Gosh, did you ever enter it into one of Roy's limerick contests? Oh, I just saw one spot where he would have said, it has to be consistent syllables. Line two. Other than that: PERFECTION

Arlene Smith

Date: 7/15/2014 9:54:00 AM

Laughing out loud!!!!.... Clapping for this one, buddy!.... Hugs.. Arlene

Jack Clark
Date: 7/15/2014 12:12:00 PM

I don't know where my mind goes when I write these things, Arlene ... but ... I'm glad you liked it! Jack C

Robert Nehls

Date: 7/12/2014 7:42:00 AM

Pretty funny, Jack. Sounds like McNeer may have a long life. Maybe he should take up smoking, that might be a little faster..... Robert.

Jack Clark
Date: 7/12/2014 12:19:00 PM

Yeah ... McNeer never was the "sharpest cheese on the cracker"! Glad you liked it, Robert. Jack C