Con-Fused

Gregory Siker was a fireworks technician.
He developed a show that won recognition.
One night he got confused
by the wiring he used.
Doc said he died of an ignition condition.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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DiMino Avatar
June 7, 2016 at 6:44 AM
Well, as I've often said, let me go fast...and not malnutrition. Great sense of humor and skill at writing!
Schneiter Avatar
June 7, 2016 at 11:09 PM
Thank you, Joe. Your kind, thoughtful words grant me the courage to face a blank computer screen (which, as we all know, can be painfully intimidating).
Austin Avatar
June 4, 2016 at 1:35 PM
Ouch! Good one. I wish I could write limericks, but I've tried and failed. Love, daver
Schneiter Avatar
June 4, 2016 at 4:02 PM
Thank you, daver. I value and appreciate your kind comment. I write limericks because I can't write the eloquent poetry that you write.
Dietrich Avatar
May 31, 2016 at 3:22 PM
Love that last line. Great job!!
Schneiter Avatar
June 5, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Thank you, Andrea. Your words of support are golden. hugs x x x
Allison Avatar
May 31, 2016 at 6:12 AM
ha ha ha love the final line especially its like a tongue twister:-) hugs Jan xx
Schneiter Avatar
June 5, 2016 at 3:56 PM
Jan, your comment gives me joy. Please know of my gratitude. hugs x x x
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