Limerick Lost Poems | Limerick Poems About Lost
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There was a woman named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did follow,
She lost all her house,
Much space she's without,
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!
Now this lady named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did dream,
Her house hard to clean,
Yelling a maid she not be!
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson.
So our woman named Ene,
Ole Mr. Ferguson, a hoarder he be!
Her house is a mess,
To fight she confessed and lost I digress,
Let's all feel sorry for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!
Razorblade © 2012
Limerick : Once Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne
Once Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne
Pulled anchor, lost finger
Put in place cucumber
Now sucks lost finger to spew news ban.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Lust and greed drives the hearts of man
We get our fingers into everything we can
We have all we need yet we want more
And we have no idea for what is in store
All this lust and greed has Calloused our soul
In the process we have lost all control
There is no longer humanity
Have we finally lost all sanity?
What no one can see through the gloom
Is the dark impending doom
It is closes all around
It soon will completely surround
We have nothing with which to fight
Even though this is a battle we did incite
We are no longer the light
We have become a blight