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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

Date: 9/17/2019 4:31:00 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

Date: 9/7/2019 10:38:00 PM

Touche! It certainly was 'no bed or roses,' not that one would expect any in the desert either. :) gw

Pashang Salehi

Date: 9/4/2019 12:30:00 AM

Cute one.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 9/2/2019 8:56:00 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

Date: 8/31/2019 12:50:00 AM

G'day Bob … things don't change much. Look at Hong Kong now - another ripper Bob - thank you - Lindsay