and post notes and photos about your poem like Gregory R Barden.
There was an old pirate named Greg
Who found a big hole in his keg
With no time remaining
And rum quickly draining
He plugged it with his wooden leg
Now, normally Greg would not balk
But this placed a limp in his walk
Yet each one of his mates
Felt it planned by the fates
That both ship and captain ... should rock.
Written and submitted on April 14, 2019
For the "Pirate Them,ed Limerick" Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 8,8,6,6,8 X 2, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019