Tim Ryerson Poet Footle

A Lot More Than My Ego Got Bruised

Too high
on Rye

Make pass
at Lass

Her date?
Six-eight

Out weighed
(DISmayed!)

BRIEF brawl
Get mauled...

Forsooth!
(Loose tooth)

Oh my!
(Black eye)

Behold!
(Out cold)

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Sunlight
Too BRIGHT

I ache
I quake

I heave
I grieve

Poor me
(Agree?)

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Andrea Dietrich June 11, 2015 at 11:39 PM awesome to see these again!! Congrats.

Casarah Nance June 11, 2015 at 4:45 PM Great footles Tim

Jan Allison June 11, 2015 at 3:16 PM Very entertaining string of footles Tim:-) Congratulations:-) Hugs Jan xx Tim Ryerson June 11, 2015 at 3:22 PM Thanks Jan!

Skat A June 11, 2015 at 2:58 PM Tim, you are the best at these... :) Congratulations on your FIVE FABULOUS FUNNY FOOTLES. hugs **SKAT**

Paul Callus June 10, 2015 at 9:59 AM These are very entertaining, Tim! I love all of them! I do....So, not poor you:) // paul

Monterey Sirak June 10, 2015 at 7:06 AM You are so original, creative and down right funny. I never know where your words are going to take me next.

Charmaine Chircop June 9, 2015 at 1:01 AM As entertaining as ever : () ) Timothy !!! love your FooTlees : )

Andrea Dietrich June 8, 2015 at 10:59 PM Tim, one of THE BEST of the storyteller type footles I have seen in this contest. I would certainly place this one HIGH. And of course, that Honeymoon poem was an oldie but goodie that has garnered me many awards in the past (yet is total fiction. If I found someone that yummy, would I be here all the time. haha)