Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

My Upper Echelons

This is me, no airs, pretensions, nor put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my upper echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre

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Judith S December 19, 2017 at 3:52 PM And the banjo ... you should sing it with the banjo :) Jack Ellison December 19, 2017 at 4:37 PM Uh it's not a folkie kinda tune!!! More like a funeral dirge (I think) !!! xxx

Silent One December 19, 2017 at 1:17 PM Haha... Can you really sing the anthem? Jack Ellison December 19, 2017 at 4:32 PM I'm singing it right now as loud as I can... you can't hear me??? Something must be wrong with the wires over the Atlantic!

Lim'Rik Flats December 19, 2017 at 9:01 AM Holler timber before you fall it//Wait! Timbre is what you call it?//I'm confused//Nothing news'd//Now where's my whatchamacallit? SING ON PAVAROTTIJACKSONG!!! Jack Ellison December 19, 2017 at 9:21 AM Hmph! Pavarotti took lessons from ME!!! It's not a publicly known fact but also helped Sinatra, Crosby and Como!!! Yet I'm still humble!