Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

Hanging Down To Your Navel

What are those dangly things hanging down to your navel
Are they melons... you can rest them here on the table
Glad I don't have those
They add charm I suppose
Pretty dang sure though, they'd make me unstable

© Jack Ellison 2015

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Viv Wigley March 18, 2015 at 1:56 AM My missus would agree with you though they're useful for clearing the snow. (Don't tell her I said that). Nice one, Jack. Viv Jack Ellison March 18, 2015 at 7:04 AM Whoaaaa! You are treading on dangerous ground!!! LOL

Lindsay Laurie March 17, 2015 at 6:55 PM G'day Jack... Be careful what you wish for Jack. By the way um... a dag in reality is mattered wool around a sheeps tail. Just thought I'd let you know. Of course the word has been transferred to mean someone who gives us all a giggle nowadays. And that's you Jack - Lindsay Jack Ellison March 17, 2015 at 7:52 PM Saw that definition too! See... ya gotta get up pretty early to get ahead of "young" Jack!!!

Tim Smith March 17, 2015 at 2:20 PM You have to go to the beach to change your outlook : ) Jack Ellison March 17, 2015 at 4:44 PM LOL Think I'd keep falling on my face if I had those!!!

Carol Eastman March 17, 2015 at 1:07 PM Dragon and I think you're having a VERY unusual day... Don't know if we should comment to this one???? LOL Jack Ellison March 17, 2015 at 1:16 PM UNUSUAL DAY!!! You are very observant my dear Carol!!! xxx