L Milton Hankins Poet Limerick

Southern Hippie

I once knew a lad from Mississippi
Who was known for being rather lippy
His retorts were rude
His mannerism crude
And strangely, he was a sixties hippie.

written September 23, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger September 27, 2021 at 9:49 PM He is not like any hippie that I know, and I thank God for that. L Milton Hankins September 28, 2021 at 8:17 AM You are right, Caren. He is not, but the rhymes worked perfectly. I came up with the first two lines and had to go somewhere with it. Do you ever do that?...have a good idea that gets locked up somewhere in the middle?

Line Gauthier September 25, 2021 at 7:42 AM Yes indeed that is strange, fun message L Milton Hankins September 25, 2021 at 8:29 AM Thanks for your comment, Line. I really appreciate you.

Kim Rodrigues September 24, 2021 at 10:40 AM That hippie’s a bit snippy now…lol L Milton Hankins September 24, 2021 at 2:18 PM Yep, but I pay that no mind, Kim. He seems to have grown more so with age, however.

Delice Arleen Skelly September 24, 2021 at 9:12 AM "Those were the days my friend" That song sprang to mind when I thought of the sixties...Delice L Milton Hankins September 24, 2021 at 2:25 PM Yes, they were, Delice. I remember them so well. I was a young man and so full of vim and vigor. And, indeed, "we thought they'd never end!"

Constance La France September 24, 2021 at 8:59 AM Milt, lol, your hippie forgot about the peace, love and flower power, well done limerick, I enjoyed it very much ~ peace and tranquility _Constance L Milton Hankins September 24, 2021 at 2:30 PM Thank you, Constance. You are right. My hippie wasn't very good at hippie-ing in the twentieth century.