Hearsay and Heresy Than Sissy and More

Hearsay and Heresy Than Sissy

We had heard that it became hearsay,
Which soon ended up being heresy,
And we bet,
Was upset,
By words from Trump who is a sissy.

Learned how to laugh and can equate,
Having been on time or ending up late;
Then wind watch;
Things not botch,
While we would remain in stable state.

Mistletoe Mixed with Hollyhock

What we did was to door unlock;
Hung up mistletoe and hollyhock,
And could see,
Me put up tree;
Kissed wife now in state of shock.

Jim Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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De Beaulieu Avatar
December 8, 2019 at 1:56 PM
Hello James Horne, oh....that very to kiss your wife. Merry Christmas. Have a nice day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
December 11, 2019 at 12:43 PM
Yes you are. merry Christmas. have a nice day my friend.
Horn Avatar
December 9, 2019 at 9:18 AM
Being encouraged by all of my poetry friends on Poetry Soup of course.
Na Avatar
December 8, 2019 at 8:05 AM
Hi Jim I agree with the 1st one :) great Limericks thanks for sharing
Horn Avatar
December 9, 2019 at 9:19 AM
Just do no not know when it all will end so this poem to you shall send, which is what I did intend.
Krutsinger Avatar
December 8, 2019 at 7:39 AM
"mistle toe mixed with hollyhock" - nice. I rarely think of hollyhock, but I adore it!
Horn Avatar
December 9, 2019 at 9:20 AM
Use hollyhock on all of our decorations.
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