5 Limeraikus
Again and again
and again, and then is when
again, it’s again ...
A nurse (to be terse)
made things worse. I see, if free
this she, would reverse
At night, a ship’s light
wasn’t bright. It’s glow, more low
can’t go – though it might!
We flow, to and fro,
fast and slow. We sway this way
like so, off we go.
I fear that it’s clear,
there’s none here. “No ale” I wail
“I’m frail without beer.”
Copyright © John Critten | Year Posted 2025
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