Paul Schneiter Poet Limerick

Converted

There was an old sailor who liked to swear.
And his rot-gut rum he was happy to share.
A cleric aimed to make him repent
But saw the sailor as wholly content.
Now the two are buddies bereft of a prayer.

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Catherine Labeau June 1, 2015 at 11:33 AM and so we are friend Paul Schneiter June 1, 2015 at 3:23 PM Forgive my density, but I'm not sure what you mean. Whatever it is, thanks for stopping by.

Skat A June 1, 2015 at 5:49 AM the irony :D lol, enjoyed your write ~Luv S.K.A.T. Paul Schneiter June 1, 2015 at 3:15 PM Thanks, SKAT A. Kind messages from you are a blessing. Love and hugs.

Jan Allison June 1, 2015 at 1:52 AM Very clever limerick I especially loved the final line Paul :-) hugs Jan xx Jan Allison June 1, 2015 at 3:25 PM lol Paul you are too kind to me my friend:-) Hugs jan xxx Paul Schneiter June 1, 2015 at 3:22 PM A supportive Jan Allison message is among the best of all possible communications, taking second place only to winning the lottery (and that would depend on the size of the jackpot). Thank you, Jan.