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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

April 2, 2022 at 11:51 PM

Such a jazzy cadence about death. I like that!

L Milton Hankins

April 3, 2022 at 9:18 AM

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

Gershon Wolf

April 2, 2022 at 7:44 PM

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

L Milton Hankins

April 2, 2022 at 8:19 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

April 2, 2022 at 12:22 AM

Wow! What an interesting write!

L Milton Hankins

April 2, 2022 at 8:12 AM

Thanks, Chris. Just playing around with the forms.

Valsa George

April 1, 2022 at 7:52 PM

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

L Milton Hankins

April 1, 2022 at 9:15 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.