Mark the Shark

There once was a gambler named Mark
At cards he was somewhat a shark
	he missed his cue
	lost his juju
Now he sleeps in a public park
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Wolf Avatar
February 23, 2021 at 4:02 PM
Are you ready for this? -- I learned about 10 years ago that it's really 'card sharp,' not 'card shark.' Couldn't believe it... ~ Mr. D. Ull
Fowler Avatar
February 23, 2021 at 5:49 PM
LOL well, it still 'almost' rhymes :) Linda
Krutsinger Avatar
February 23, 2021 at 11:47 AM
Poor Mark! If you decide to teach limerick workshops, contact me!
Fowler Avatar
February 23, 2021 at 2:21 PM
Haha Caren. Once you get the rhythm, it just flows. Not all are good, sadly. Thanks for stopping by! :) Linda
Dietrich Avatar
February 10, 2021 at 2:18 PM
You are on a great roll with limericks. I like this one very much too.
Fowler Avatar
February 10, 2021 at 2:26 PM
Thanks Andrea. Guess I'm trying to get as much mileage from a name as I can. LOL :) Linda
Pettit Avatar
February 10, 2021 at 7:30 AM
I see plenty of those losers sleeping in public in Atlantic City.
Fowler Avatar
February 10, 2021 at 12:13 PM
I can imagine. :) Linda
Cunningham Avatar
February 9, 2021 at 10:39 AM
Seems his luck ran out, his fortune gone on a throw of a dice. Tom
Fowler Avatar
February 9, 2021 at 2:58 PM
Can't win 'em all, eh? Thanks for the visit and comment Tom. :) Linda
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