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L Milton Hankins

Freedom Gone

I once met a gal from Miscogee
A woman of rarest pedigree
She offered her hand,
For my wedding band
So now I am no longer Scot free.

written August 25, 2021

Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021

humorouslimerick

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Caren Krutsinger

August 30, 2021 at 7:01 PM

A lovely limerick Hank, full of humor.

L Milton Hankins

August 30, 2021 at 7:09 PM

Ah, glad you liked it, Caren.

Delice Arleen Skelly

August 25, 2021 at 11:41 PM

funny...Delice

L Milton Hankins

August 26, 2021 at 7:58 AM

Thanks, Delice. Not really, because poets are always free!!!

August 25, 2021 at 7:03 PM

Ah! Bang-on punch line, Milt! Bullseye! ~ Gw

L Milton Hankins

August 25, 2021 at 7:54 PM

Thanks, Gw. I appreciate your Bullseye and raise you a Bang-on punch line! (chuckling)

August 25, 2021 at 6:41 PM

Hello Milton ... a wonderful play on words Milton. Have you learned to enjoy haggis yet? Thank you - Lindsay

L Milton Hankins

August 25, 2021 at 7:58 PM

Thank you, Lindsay. I'm not sure what "haggis" is, Lindsay.

August 25, 2021 at 4:43 PM

well at least you haven't been "kilt"...

L Milton Hankins

August 25, 2021 at 6:24 PM

True. How true!

August 25, 2021 at 2:37 PM

Funny :)

L Milton Hankins

August 25, 2021 at 3:28 PM

Thanks, Kim. That ring means freedom gone...in most cases!

Andrea Dietrich

August 25, 2021 at 2:21 PM

HILARIOUS!!

L Milton Hankins

August 25, 2021 at 2:25 PM

Thanks, Andrea. I know better; I'll not do it again!

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