Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

Harold Loved Marigolds

Harold loved marigolds, his favourite flower
One day he ate some and they tasted quite sour
So that was the end
Of his passion, my friends
After that, only roses with carrots and cauliflower


© Jack Ellison 2015

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Tim Smith November 19, 2015 at 5:14 PM The flowers cried when his passion left...they lost their scent and their breath...withered away...hey couldn't stay....taken their hearts by a young mans theft

Carol Eastman November 19, 2015 at 9:53 AM The marigolds gave Harold a bellyache... They didn't go well with his steak... so he switched to a yummy fruitcake... to go with his favorite dandyline salad intake... and to go with his new broccoli shake N Bake... Jack Ellison November 19, 2015 at 11:28 AM No smut!!! xox