Caren Krutsinger Poet Limerick

My Dad Was a Furrier Man

My dad was a furrier man, a hunter, a skinner.
He sometimes was traveling, not home for dinner.
He went to New York
Ate steak with a fork
When he came home with the money, a winner.

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Gershon Wolf January 21, 2020 at 11:26 AM You SURE your dad wasn't going to Vegas?! LOL. ~ Gershon Caren Krutsinger January 21, 2020 at 9:02 PM Pretty sure. He sent us a postcard once from New York that said Hamburgers cost five dollars here. I still have it.

Connie Marcum Wong January 20, 2020 at 1:33 AM I liked this a lot Caren. I have never even written one Limerick. I envy your talent! xxoo : ) Caren Krutsinger January 21, 2020 at 9:02 PM Thank you Connie. I am glad you stopped by. Trixie is primping, taking this compliment from me.

Pashang Salehi January 20, 2020 at 12:50 AM a New York steak I hope... Cute one indeed. Pashang Salehi January 21, 2020 at 1:45 AM Hmmm... Caren Krutsinger January 20, 2020 at 12:54 AM Definitely! He was known in the fashion district as Dick Stone the Coyote Man.