Man From Nice

Man From Nice


There was an old man from Nice

He could not cook up some rice

His sister fell ill

Then took a spill

Too bad they can not play dice.


Written: Oct. 25, 2015
Yvonne
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Boddie Avatar
October 26, 2015 at 4:11 PM
dice games don't always end well....some will end with Souls sent to hell....but of course, there are the lucky few....who hit a lick and keep it too....;)
De Carlosa Avatar
October 26, 2015 at 6:01 PM
Sure do like your comment on this penned limerick of mine. I haven't really written to many limericks as of yet. Guess I will get the hang of it if I try to write some more.. who knows, time will tell
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