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Finally May Find His Fate

Read poem about priest and did wait;
I always knew that it would be great;
My face feed;
Another read;
In my poem he finally found his fate.

Jim Horn

Crave and Became Slave

My life in wide circles went round and round,
And pretty soon I started hearing the sound,
One I do crave;
Became slave,
Of my God who I love and now have found.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Master of Limericks, MLm


I must say that all the poems I  
created were inspired by God.

Deprecate and Deplore






Slow and Did Grow

What we would do first started out slow;
After that the speed did grow and grow;
Water whirled;
Circles twirled;
Ended up fast and soon saw it overflow.

Jim Horn

We did determine that he was deficient,
And became effective and very efficient;
As expected;
Then directed;
Final efforts ended up highly proficient.

Jim Horn

Select What Will Be Correct

At first, I must start to select;
Find things that can be correct;
Poems read few;
A picture drew;
All were perfect if I recollect.

Jim Horn

Trump and His Mental Ability

We measured Trump's mental ability,
And we were fooled by all his fragility;
Not sentimental;
A case mental,
That could be contributed to his senility.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Master of Limericks, MLm


I remember ABC standing for Alcoholic 
Beverage Control Doing Effective Fine
Great Honorable Ideas Jubilantly Kind
Like Most Nitwits Of Plutonic Quadrants
Requiring Stability Through Usurping
Various Words Xactly you find in a Zoo. 

Trump played with area which was erogenous;
Can you believe had been owned by Pocahontas;
Not only that he appeared to be very dumb;
We did see him beating his brains on a drum.

Jim Horn

After reading poem and then did wait;
I always knew that it would be great;
My face feed;
Another read;
In last poem had found my final fate.

This would be normal thing to happen.

Jim Horn

Over ten again. Oh, well!!!

My dear and I together like to ride;
Beside me and now beautiful bride;
Tidies up things;
Happiness brings;
God always will be our great guide.

Jim Horn
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