Ilene Bauer Poet Limerick

Golfers Beware

If a golfer who’s clumsy and falls
Loses grip on the clubs that he hauls
	He might trip on a trap
	With some wood in his lap
And have problems in finding his balls!


* this is my original poem, which doesn't conform
to the contest syllable count. i like it better, though!

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Andrea Dietrich March 28, 2013 at 11:25 PM for me they both sounded great. I don't know the reasons for the syllable restrictions since a good limerick's first lines can be anywhere from 8 to 10 syllables. I've even seen some with 11 in the first lines.

Robert Johnson March 27, 2013 at 1:03 PM You can't go wrong singing a song about a man trying to find his ....s. :) Thanks for the laugh. :)

Donna Jones March 26, 2013 at 9:44 PM So made me laugh Ilene.....thanks - Donna