Limerick

There was a hermit named Dave
Who found a dead boar in his cave
It was less one tusk
And smelled like musk
Dave sniffed and said no need for marinade
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Dietrich Avatar
June 5, 2020 at 5:59 PM
haha. A cute LOL
Doll Avatar
June 14, 2020 at 1:55 PM
Glad that you liked it, Andrea.
DiMino Avatar
May 16, 2020 at 10:03 AM
For sure; makes me wonder why we need to embalm ourselves--nature seems to have its own aromatic methods:)
Doll Avatar
May 17, 2020 at 9:16 AM
Hi Joe, I agree, thanks for your visit and comments. All the best~ Warren
Rodrigues Avatar
May 6, 2020 at 4:40 PM
Sounds like a jokester!
Doll Avatar
May 17, 2020 at 9:13 AM
Being a hermit, I guess he has to ration his supply of marinade. I agree he could be a jokester.. Thanks for your visit and comment, Kim. Best Wishes~ Warren
Lamoureux Avatar
April 29, 2020 at 4:55 PM
Clever piece.
Doll Avatar
May 2, 2020 at 2:56 PM
Thanks Richard.
Laurie Avatar
March 30, 2020 at 7:31 PM
G'day Warren … had a giggle with your limerick but may have trouble when eating a sauced up pork dish now - thanks Warren - Lindsay
Doll Avatar
March 31, 2020 at 4:45 PM
Hello Lindsay, I'm glad that you liked it. Hope it didn't spoil your meal. Thanks for the visit. Warmest Wishes~ Warren
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