The Horn Player

I once knew a lad who played the cornet Tooted ‘til he broke out in a cold sweat He met a strumpet Who liked his trumpet He is blowing his heart out for her yet
June 3, 2021
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Sambourne Avatar
June 7, 2021 at 8:41 PM
Wonderful limerick, Milton! Your portfolio is most impressive in the wide range of poetic forms you've creatively mastered. Best wishes, Brian
Hankins Avatar
June 8, 2021 at 11:05 AM
Thanks, Brian. I wouldn't say I have mastered them, but I sure do enjoy trying them out for a test run. Sometimes I hit; sometimes I miss. Best wishes to you, too.
Krutsinger Avatar
June 5, 2021 at 5:23 AM
Strumpet! Hey! You just reminded me of a word I have never used but always wanted to. Thanks!
Hankins Avatar
June 8, 2021 at 11:04 AM
Well, Caren, it is all yours, and I expect it to crop up in one of your poems real soon. I've been away for a few days in Florida, so I have to catch up. I'm going to look for "strumpet."
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