Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

Bass Akwards

Words are strange when first letters are switched
Such as “bice noobies” our life is enriched
Sing along with “Bony Tennet” we resort
Wearing “Talse Feeth” and “Shockey Jorts”
If I lost you along the way, I'm a “bon of a sitch”


© Jack Ellison 2015

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David Fisher November 2, 2015 at 7:35 PM Seeing Bass Akwards in print got me laughing right at the start. Good one from bop to tottom. Jack Ellison November 3, 2015 at 6:51 AM You are most welcome, David! Heading over to see your latest!!!

Carol Eastman November 2, 2015 at 4:52 PM Grandpa Troll is impressed... He can be no less... Now if only I could do this with success... But perhaps not today would be best... Just reading your comments is more than I can process... LOL ... Youse guys are really talented here I must confess... Jack Ellison November 3, 2015 at 6:50 AM TALENTED!!! Oooouuuueeee! I'm writing that down in my job application! LOL Big fat squeezy ((hugs)) xxx

Tim Smith November 2, 2015 at 3:53 PM When "swords are witched"....your "enrife will be liched"...."dats will like cogs"... "frinces kissed by progs"... and Janta Sack you're no "bon of a sitch"....whew that was like work...lol Jack Ellison November 3, 2015 at 6:48 AM Seems I've hit a chord here, eh! Have a dappy hay, Tister Mimothy!!!