Kathryn Collins Poet Limerick

Arthur

Arthur

I recall my poor uncle Arthur
sitting on the stoop drinking vodka.
Aunt Martha pulled a shiv;
said he just couldn’t live,
then she boiled his cirrhotic liver

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins

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Skat A June 2, 2015 at 11:11 PM Kathryn, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love

Keith Bickerstaffe May 29, 2012 at 9:44 AM Funny, but with a 'shiv' in the tail... alcoholism is the killer of self-restraint and control. A disease that can lead to death, and grief for the ones left behind. Well done, Kathy! Love, Keith

Poet Destroyer A May 29, 2012 at 8:48 AM I wonder if she replaced that diseased liver with something else.. enjoyed...(( poor uncle)) xox~pd

Patrick Cornwall March 26, 2012 at 10:16 AM lol@Aunt Martha boiling Uncles liver

Andrea Dietrich March 16, 2012 at 9:54 PM haha, I remember this one too.