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Sprinkler

On a bench right outside the front door We were waiting, like we've done before, For the camp bus to show. We were early, I know, But that's just how I am, to the core. All at once a surprise we did get When the sprinkler, whose timer was set To go on did just that And in two seconds flat We were both (and the backpack) quite wet. We jumped up and we ran out of range Then we laughed 'cause it surely was strange; But the early bird's terms Really do get the worms 'Cause we'd plenty of time left to change.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 8/11/2017 11:50:00 PM
Your meter and rhyme are truly sublime. Comprehensively right on the dot. I'm truly inspired by what I've acquired. But it's late and I really am shot.
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Date: 8/8/2017 3:03:00 PM
A cute story told through limerick form. I love to do that sometimes too. The meter is sometimes perfect for a story you want to tell.
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Date: 8/8/2017 2:13:00 AM
Your witty narrative made me laugh with gusto, Ilene....especially when it reminded me of when I once received the sprinkler treatment in Sicily very early one morning when on holiday!! Regards // paul
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Date: 8/4/2017 3:42:00 PM
awww you got a soaking but at least you could laugh about it and had time to change:-) hugs jan xx
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