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Free Fall

Here lies Molly Ferguson St. Marie She fell out of a big oak tree Landed on her head And soon she was dead It was her last tom-boy spree. Written April 1, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/2/2022 11:51:00 PM

Such a jazzy cadence about death. I like that!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/3/2022 9:18:00 AM

I liked what Gershon said. See my response to him.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/2/2022 7:44:00 PM

Funny and poignant at the same time. Nicely penned, Milt. :) gw

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/2/2022 8:19:00 PM

Yeah, gw, I never know how to post an epitaph that is a limerick. I always think limericks should be funny or bawdy. But, the epitaph is neither, really. Thanks for your comment. It helped me.

Christuraj Alex

Date: 4/2/2022 12:22:00 AM

Wow! What an interesting write!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/2/2022 8:12:00 AM

Thanks, Chris. Just playing around with the forms.

Valsa George

Date: 4/1/2022 7:52:00 PM

You have begun to excel in limericks too ! Her 'tom boy spree' , I enjoyed, though really sad !

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/1/2022 9:15:00 PM

It was sad, Valsa, which is why I wrote it like an epitaph and listed it so. I didn't think it was appropriate for a limerick, which is generally humorous or bawdy. Nope, I'm still struggling with the limerick syllabication and rhythm. Thanks for your encouraging words.