My Tiny Wee Brain

In spite of my tiny wee brain I can still rhyme a simple refrain Here's what I “mean” The sky is “green” WOW! That was quite a brain strain © Jack Ellison 2015
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Smith Avatar
November 6, 2015 at 3:44 PM
Settle down now I see all the smoke...dont blow up your head just for a joke...take your time...to perfect your rhyme....oh, it's a peace pipe, can I have a toke
Ellison Avatar
November 6, 2015 at 3:47 PM
Are you asking for a truce??? LOL
Eastman Avatar
November 6, 2015 at 3:10 PM
Roses are red... Violets are blue... The sky is green... Now his brain is black and blue?... Naw! I don't think that's true... Go LimmerJack! We're onto you! LOL...
Ellison Avatar
November 6, 2015 at 3:38 PM
If it doesn't rhyme, make it! LOL xoxox
Lane Avatar
November 6, 2015 at 7:56 AM
take it easy, Jack... you don't want to use up all those brain cells writing witty limericks.
Ellison Avatar
November 6, 2015 at 8:04 AM
Thanks for the warning... I sometimes get carried away! Methinks sometimes I should be carried away!!! Love, Santa xxx
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