T Wignesan Poet Limerick

Limerick: Once a Baby Found In a Bucket

Limerick : Once a Baby found in a bucket

Once a Baby found in a bucket
Grew up to be tough as a biscuit
She took a desert trip
Sahara took a flip
(Some people take her/me for a nitwit)
That’s why biscuits taste sandy when bit.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

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Poet Destroyer A April 5, 2013 at 8:59 PM wow... T W, now, i'm trying to picture eating a biscuit,,, LOL... love your limerick... xox~ Linda T Wignesan April 6, 2013 at 2:53 AM Biscuits are mere betel leaves to a nut-cracking Destroyer, but then, just to be on the safe side, don't get your teeth into them. You never know the skin might just wear/tear off! OK, I'm being corny! Thanks very much, Lady (or rather "A" Poet) Destroyer! I love biscuits, too. Every good wish. Wignesan

Robert Heemstra April 5, 2013 at 5:30 AM That was cute thank you for the chuckle. T Wignesan April 5, 2013 at 6:19 AM You're very kind to respond to someone who hasn't the time to go visiting well-wishers' pages. Thank you very much, indeed. That's why I produce limericks. They are their own reward. Every good wish. Wignesan