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

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/5/2020 5:59:00 PM

haha. A cute LOL

Warren Doll
Date: 6/14/2020 1:55:00 PM

Glad that you liked it, Andrea.

Joe Dimino

Date: 5/16/2020 10:03:00 AM

For sure; makes me wonder why we need to embalm ourselves--nature seems to have its own aromatic methods:)

Warren Doll
Date: 5/17/2020 9:16:00 AM

Hi Joe, I agree, thanks for your visit and comments. All the best~ Warren

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/6/2020 4:40:00 PM

Sounds like a jokester!

Warren Doll
Date: 5/17/2020 9:13:00 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

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/29/2020 4:55:00 PM

Clever piece.

Warren Doll
Date: 5/2/2020 2:56:00 PM

Thanks Richard.

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 3/30/2020 7:31:00 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

Warren Doll
Date: 3/31/2020 4:45:00 PM

Hello Lindsay, I'm glad that you liked it. Hope it didn't spoil your meal. Thanks for the visit. Warmest Wishes~ Warren