Gershon Wolf Poet Limerick

Fritz Buys a Golf Course

Fritz had always dreamed of owning some land
After the army, he'd buy some, as planned
  But Fritz served near Iran
  And green grass there was banned
Fool bought a golf course ~ but only the sand

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M. L. Kiser January 19, 2021 at 1:53 AM Oh boy, not much fun smacking at that ball in the sand.

Janice Canerdy January 16, 2021 at 6:31 AM Fritz wasn't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. LOL! Good one, Gershon. Janice Gershon Wolf January 16, 2021 at 8:37 PM Ha, ha! What a hilarious comment. You really tickled my funnybone with this one, Janice. Thanks a bunch! :) gw

Kim Rodrigues January 14, 2021 at 1:06 PM Pays to check things out things first! Great limerick! Gershon Wolf January 16, 2021 at 8:36 PM True of golf courses -- as well as libraries. ~ Me, Checking Out

Tom Cunningham January 14, 2021 at 2:48 AM Haha one hell of a big bunker. Tom Gershon Wolf January 16, 2021 at 8:36 PM Haha! I think Fritz might have been trapped forever. (Pun intended). Thanks for the humor, Tom. ~ Bunker Hill Descendant

Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2021 at 8:02 PM Hilariously done Gershon. I know what living in the desert is like. Gershon Wolf January 13, 2021 at 8:13 PM I just love the name 'Fritz,' don't you?! I was gonna use 'Hans' or 'Ivan,' but -- nah!! ~ Holl N. Won