-soul Sister-


There was a woman from Chicago, who loved playing
loud music once too often, outside!

Her neighbors, no friends, locked her in her brown
shed, with no food at all to survive.

Poor thing, she passed away, dreaming of her favorite 
tunes, to her very end.

A beautiful funeral procession was held, playing those 
same tunes they so vehemently condemned.

And into heaven' s gate she did glide, where she and
her tunes gloriously, to this very day, abide!



* This is a rhyming limerick. A, A, B, B, A
August 5, 2019
10:00am PST
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
August 6, 2019 at 8:12 PM
The irony of this poem amused me, as it is SO truthful and done often!
Romios Avatar
August 7, 2019 at 1:21 AM
This limerick is quite esoteric. It runs on two levels PR
Wolf Avatar
August 6, 2019 at 3:41 PM
Poetic justice! :) gw
Romios Avatar
August 6, 2019 at 3:44 PM
People see this one as they choose.))) Panagiota
Kiser Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 9:08 PM
Wow, what a Limerick. Well penned truth.
Romios Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 9:16 PM
Hi ML. Great to see you. Thank you. I think this is my first limerick. Glad it turned out well. I realize how very unusual this one is, or am I wrong? Panagiota XoXo
Mchattie Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 8:32 PM
I feel her pain... unless it was disco. Then lock the shed and throw away the key. Have a great day my friend.
Romios Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 9:11 PM
David,,thanks for visiting again. Have heard all kinds played there. It is deafening in my experience but liked that way. So be it. I had a relative who played ethnic music to make people deaf. Communities have noise laws. They are quite strict. Nothing moral involved. Normal to me as speeding laws. Panagiota ))
Gauthier Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 12:40 PM
You are a rebel, Panagiota! Much enjoyed your "limerick". LOL
Romios Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 1:05 PM
Oh, the biggest trophy ever from you....calling me a rebel. My life is now complete-)) "A follower, I shall never be..... Nor to false prophets bend my knee" Thank you. Got your Soupmail, thanks! Panagiota xxxxxxxxxxx
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