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Liar, Liar Pants On Fire

Billy was ten and building a rocket.
He claimed no one his age could top it.
The day came for the firing
But a blunder in the wiring
Made it end up in Billy’s pants pocket.

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Red Fiery

March 7, 2016 at 7:08 AM

LET me LAUGH FIEST... POOR BILLY BOY ! FANTASTIC WRITE... I HOPE BILLY IS STILL ALIVE.... you have the power to engage your readers.... I wilk be reading more... :)

Paul Schneiter

December 27, 2016 at 10:06 PM

Thank you, Red. I appreciate--more that I can adequately express--your kind words. You have made my day. hugs xxx

Red Fiery

March 7, 2016 at 7:08 AM

100/100

Dalia Shahein

October 6, 2015 at 11:10 PM

Lovely one my friend, bring all the memories up. Beautiful words, keep up the good writing.

Paul Schneiter

October 7, 2015 at 7:53 AM

Thank you, Dalia. I value and appreciate your kind comments.

Lindsay Laurie

September 30, 2015 at 10:49 PM

Too much truth in your limerick has me wincing about a misdirected skyrocket in my youth. Thanks for the memory Paul - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter

October 7, 2015 at 7:58 AM

Have you ever wondered how we survived childhood--no safety caps on medicine bottles, no safety belts, no bicycle helmets? I rejoice that you survived; otherwise we wouldn't have your exquisite story poems. . . . Thanks for your comment, Lindsay