Just Wading

Last year I got into trouble; 
It was certain my digits would double!
"Eighty-seventh time!"
Meant stop, that's the line!
Now my clear upper limit's a puddle!
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Gorelick Avatar
August 21, 2022 at 6:30 PM
Elizabeth, quite sagacious, keep it up! Robert
Mccann Avatar
August 29, 2022 at 3:45 AM
Thank you, Robert! I really appreciate your interest. Elizabeth
Proxenos Avatar
August 19, 2022 at 10:43 PM
Oh well guess a limit is put on all our activities as we mature, i had a smile reading your last line, clever limerick Lizzy. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Mccann Avatar
August 20, 2022 at 4:03 PM
I'm sorry. That sounded dismissive, not what I meant. Just how to get people to understand... Elizabeth
Mccann Avatar
August 20, 2022 at 3:26 PM
Thank you for commenting, Jennifer. It made me have a look at you work. My gosh! What an ouvre! Your poem on the environment is stunning, should be printed on the back of grocery slips or something to get the message across. Elizabeth
Wolf Avatar
August 17, 2022 at 6:41 PM
That last line set me to laughing like crazy. Great limerick, Elizabeth. :)
Mccann Avatar
August 20, 2022 at 3:26 PM
Always count on you for a laugh, Mr. Wolf! Eliz.
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