Slow Suicide

McNeer couldn’t take it no mo’
By rope-in-tree he would go
 - Nerve’s gone I fear
 - It’s been near a year
(He’s waitin’ for the saplin’ to grow!)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Dietrich Avatar
August 8, 2014 at 12:34 AM
hahaha, THIS IS GREAT. Gosh, did you ever enter it into one of Roy's limerick contests? Oh, I just saw one spot where he would have said, it has to be consistent syllables. Line two. Other than that: PERFECTION
Smith Avatar
July 15, 2014 at 9:54 AM
Laughing out loud!!!!.... Clapping for this one, buddy!.... Hugs.. Arlene
Clark Avatar
July 15, 2014 at 12:12 PM
I don't know where my mind goes when I write these things, Arlene ... but ... I'm glad you liked it! Jack C
Nehls Avatar
July 12, 2014 at 7:42 AM
Pretty funny, Jack. Sounds like McNeer may have a long life. Maybe he should take up smoking, that might be a little faster..... Robert.
Clark Avatar
July 12, 2014 at 12:19 PM
Yeah ... McNeer never was the "sharpest cheese on the cracker"! Glad you liked it, Robert. Jack C
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