Gershon Wolf Poet Limerick

Can't Find my Rhythm

  I can't seem to get into a rhythm
  Nothing but black and white in my prism
    When I danced, I fell down
    Tried to swim, almost drowned
  Then used our new sink to take a whiz in

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Arlo Parker January 5, 2024 at 12:14 PM A puzzler, Lobo, but fun!

Paula Goldsmith January 3, 2024 at 8:42 AM I enjoyed reading your creative/fun Limerick write. Looks like you found your rhyme. Put it under lock/key so you never lose it again. Have a blessed day writing away..........

Vickey Rhymer January 2, 2024 at 8:40 PM Funny man.

Jerry Brotherton January 2, 2024 at 6:25 PM That's what I call no pot to pee in

Terry Flood January 2, 2024 at 2:23 PM Please tell me you took the dishes out first, GW…. Otherwise that’s so unrefined… ha ha. Thanks for the new year giggle. Terry Terry Flood January 2, 2024 at 3:49 PM Erm… about that dinner invitation… could we perhaps eat out? Gershon Wolf January 2, 2024 at 3:47 PM Foist, I foigot to take out the dishes, Terry. Oy, those dishes taste so much better with a little 'seasoning.' Hope you'll foigive me. ~ Brooklyn Dodger

Kim Rodrigues January 2, 2024 at 8:21 AM Put the bottle down, my friend! LOL! Things are tipsy, I mean topsy-turvy…find those colors in the Aurora Borealis of life.

Tom Cunningham January 1, 2024 at 10:02 PM Lol, it's mislaid not lost. Hope your new year is off to a flying start. Tom

Karen Jones January 1, 2024 at 9:25 PM lol oh my! Good one!