Stash

An old crone who was living in Moffett 
Sold all her household wares for a profit 
She was simply bold, 
[At least I am told], 
To stash all the money in her soffit.
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Krutsinger Avatar
April 26, 2021 at 1:36 PM
I would have never put it there!
Hankins Avatar
April 26, 2021 at 1:43 PM
Nor I, Caren. Truthfully, I couldn't find a rhyme, and the rest of the limerick was too good to discard!
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April 25, 2021 at 8:29 AM
The oldie from Moffett who sold her wares, Just uses one room in her house downstairs. One chair and a bed, But don't be misled, With soffit full of profit she’s no cares... Belle
Hankins Avatar
April 26, 2021 at 1:43 PM
LOL. I'm so happy I inspired you, Belle. LOL
Faulkner Avatar
April 23, 2021 at 1:56 PM
I love how this makes something innocous sound scandalous! Also just learned a neat piece of trivia - 'stash' is thought to be a combination of 'stow' and 'cache' - funny where words come from :)
Hankins Avatar
April 23, 2021 at 2:09 PM
I didn't know that, Michelle. Yep, you learn something everyday. Thanks so much for reading, making a comment, and sharing.
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