MOHIT MITRA Poet Limerick

Noon Taxes and Juggling Cats

                            At lunch, she cried, NAOMI SEX AT NOON TAXES, I MOAN,
                                          The cat sneered and tipped over a cone,
                                                  MADAM IN EDEN, I'M ADAM,
                                                   He juggled a fig and a radish,
                                          Then fled with a grin, leaving none alone.

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Sara Kendrick March 4, 2026 at 5:17 AM Creative and humorous work you have penned in this one. I enjoyed reading it. Way to go. Your visit to my page and leaving such an understanding comment was uplifting. Sara K MOHIT MITRA March 4, 2026 at 5:56 AM Esteemed Ma'am, Thy gracious words doth light mine humble heart with exceeding warmth. That my feeble musings might provoke both mirth and gentle delight in thee is reward beyond measure. I am much beholden for thy kind visitation and discerning commentary; such favour lends vigour to my pen and spirit alike. Deepest Regards!

Yann Rolland February 23, 2026 at 4:22 PM so creative, enjoyed MOHIT MITRA February 23, 2026 at 8:25 PM "Thy gracious words gladden me most; I thank thee sincerely for thy kind delight in these playful turns of tongue."