Randy Freie Poet Limerick

Bungle in the Jungle

What's that creeping around in the dark?

Hungry, glowing eyes reflect a spark!

This African jungle,

Is no place to bungle.

Hope that's Mr.Lemon, Meadowlark!



I've been watching "Naked and Afraid Apocalypse" on Sundays.
Lions and Hyenas are stalking fresh meat at night,
Feral eyes reflect hunger from campfire light!
Quite a spooky sight to ignite their fright!

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Gershon Wolf September 1, 2025 at 7:49 PM Holy Harlem Globetrotters, Batman!! ... As for me, I've got a ruckus of bad luckus. ~ Red Klotz, aka 'Shorty' Randy Freie September 2, 2025 at 11:15 AM Yo Shorty, Gloom, despair, and agony on me! Deep, dark depression, no friendly memories. If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all! Gloom, despair, and agony on me!