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Irish Knave

There once was a crude Irish knave Who hid deep within Fingal’s cave. He felt it safe there to flee, Thinking “naught could get to me” Until swept away by a wave.

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Winged Warrior

Date: 5/20/2019 9:59:00 AM

Well rendered my friend...top of the day to ya!...happy knave endings lol...^WW^

Joseph May

Date: 5/15/2019 5:21:00 PM

Nice Lim David...Best wishes

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/15/2019 12:21:00 PM

Hello David Drowley, the crude Irish knave should have stayed awake,then he would not be washed away by the wave. Have a nice day my friend.

Hilo Poet

Date: 5/14/2019 10:16:00 PM

This was nice David, thank you for sharing it, Aloha wk

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/24/2019 6:53:00 PM

Good one, David. Thanks for stopping by my poem recently.

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 4/12/2019 6:39:00 PM

G'day David … enjoyed your limerick, but it did bring back a shiver from an encounter with a wave. We were advised not to fish off flat rocks, but of course being young know-it-alls, we took the chance, but never again - scariest thing I ever experienced - catch you David - Lindsay