Swing On a Chandelier

To find food would swing on a chandelier;
Nothing was found around or ever near;
Started looking;
No one cooking;
Part of diet did cause food to disappear.

Jim Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 6:13 AM
A limerick that made me smile my friend.
Horn Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 7:09 AM
Interesting. I looked up autoharp and now I am receiving a bunch of autoharp commercials now.
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