James Horn Poet Limerick

Survive Until Five Five Five Five

Survive Until Five Five Five Five

Hope my poetry writing will survive
Until I finally arrive at five five five five
Had  surveyed,
Was dismayed;
Then killed each poem with my knive.

Jim Horn

While Wearing A Broach

When writing had been wearing a broach;
Looked down on floor and saw big roach;
It even might,
Be  a termite;
Had left my house riding away on a coach.

Jim Horn

Will Read A Psalm

Each  time when I will  read a psalm,
Receive much peace and also calm;
So  much silence,
And no suspense;
God us He will always overwhelm.

Jim Horn

Remember when this song we would sing,
Which was about our  precious risen king,
Had behaved;
Me He saved,
And we will love Him more than anything.

Jim Horn

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