Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Limerick

Holy Moses

There once lived a sage prophet named Moses

   Who struggled forty years guiding noses

      Seems the Israelites defied

         Most everything he tried

            Leading that mob was no bed of roses

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Carolyn Devonshire September 17, 2019 at 4:31 PM How true! I have always wondered what Moses' life was like and it certainly was "no bed of roses." Very clever limerick, Bob. It's always great to see you here and I still love your limericks! Hugs, carolyn

Gershon Wolf September 7, 2019 at 10:38 PM Touche! It certainly was 'no bed or roses,' not that one would expect any in the desert either. :) gw

Pashang Salehi September 4, 2019 at 12:30 AM Cute one.

Jennifer Proxenos September 2, 2019 at 8:56 AM How long did it take - 40 years! that is one very long journey to have resistance against his plan from so many people, he must have had the patience of Job! Good one John, Hugs, Jennifer.

Lindsay Laurie August 31, 2019 at 12:50 AM G'day Bob … things don't change much. Look at Hong Kong now - another ripper Bob - thank you - Lindsay