Caren Krutsinger Poet Limerick

A Bully Named Whim

There once was a bully named Whim.
None of us children could stand him.
He was sneaky, mean, and no fun.
Worst of all, the principal's son.
His chances of friendship were slim.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Vijay Pandit February 25, 2018 at 8:07 PM So well executed..lovely poem, Caren. Caren Krutsinger February 26, 2018 at 7:10 AM Thank you; limericks are so much fun for me.

Rhoda Tripp February 25, 2018 at 11:39 AM I remember kids like Whim from school. Awesome limerick, very relatable. Caren Krutsinger February 26, 2018 at 7:10 AM Thank you, Rhoda. I appreciate it.