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Seven, Eight

Seven, Eight There was a young boy from North Devon, Looked proud, for he could count up to seven. With a hearty well done, I told him, that’s great, But chuckled to myself, cos, I can count up to eight.

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Jan Allison

Date: 6/29/2017 5:36:00 PM

It's not quite a limerick but great fun Kevin - if you ever refine it you could use heaven in the final line:-) hugs jan xx

Kevin Shaw
Date: 6/29/2017 5:50:00 PM

To be honest Jan, I think I categorised it incorrectly. It ain't no limerick. Thanks for your comments, as always you are very supportive, kind regards, Kevin

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/26/2017 9:24:00 PM

hahaha, it is not quite in limerick form, but it sure is a funny one. On my last comment, I was confusing you with another poet who always does puns based on grammar terms. That's why I said the comment I said. But I really liked that poem no matter what.

Kevin Shaw
Date: 6/29/2017 5:54:00 PM

Thanks for your comments Andrea, much appreciated .I think I categorised this poem as a Limerick incorrectly, I love a good Limerick of which this is not, just a silly rhyme, regards, Kevin x