James Horn Poet Limerick

Burned To a Crisp

Burned To A Crisp

What we did was go on a long trip
So on ourselves we could get a grip
Except last time my wife was seen
Died putting load in washing machine
When in she decided to take a dip.

Wife had burned toast to a crisp
Now when I talk it is with a lisp;
Badly damaged my body has been;
Will never eat burnt toast again;
Away to be buried me appetite did wisp.

Jim Horn

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Scott Thirtyseven March 6, 2017 at 7:39 AM Personal preference is the first, what a hoot. Your second piece has encouraged a chortle from me too. Oh you are good at these limericks. James Horn March 13, 2017 at 11:16 AM ST, If I looked out window which was portal Would in view I see a chortle? jth