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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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Brian Sambourne

Date: 6/7/2021 8:41:00 PM

Wonderful limerick, Milton! Your portfolio is most impressive in the wide range of poetic forms you've creatively mastered. Best wishes, Brian

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/8/2021 11:05:00 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.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/5/2021 5:23:00 AM

Strumpet! Hey! You just reminded me of a word I have never used but always wanted to. Thanks!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/8/2021 11:04:00 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."