An Ornament Named Al

There once was an ornament named Al
He loved to hang around with his pal.
To pick up a date
They often left late.
So the gals hung around fem fatale.

From a therapy tree they would listen.
Late Al never knew what he was missin’.
Bi-polar snow man,
Hit Rudolf with flan.
Santa gave Elf the new job of kissin’.

Christmas therapy session soon ended,
The old snowman outdoor remained frosted.
Santa ran out and squealed.
Now, I know I am real.
Snowballs flew through the air; boy exhausted.”

Al and pal alas came for their date.
The gals refused to go; it was late.
When laughter was found,
They all hung around.
Until the Christmas tree met its fate.

12/26/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Rodrigues Avatar
January 17, 2017 at 8:29 PM
Congrats, Dane!
Scars Avatar
January 17, 2017 at 11:48 AM
loved this limerick! very cute and silly and made me smile :) thank you and congrats :)-luloo
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
January 17, 2017 at 4:50 PM
I'm glad my poem brought a smile and thanks for your congratulations.
Canerdy Avatar
December 27, 2016 at 9:29 AM
Dane Ann, I saw the picture choices for the contest, and yours is spot-on--well-written and FUNNY too. This one deserves a 7+! Janice
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
December 27, 2016 at 6:15 PM
Thanks again for stopping by and reading my poem. I am glad you found it funny...I was hoping. Smiles and hugs, Dane ann
Allison Avatar
December 26, 2016 at 6:33 PM
cute limerick Dane Ann:-) hugs Jan x
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
December 26, 2016 at 6:48 PM
Thanks for reading and for your comment. I went back in and made the poem a series of limericks. Trying!
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