Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

The Story of Three Holes

Well, well, well, the story of three holes
Get it... wells... water... hold your nose
Corn on the cob
No, corn is my job
D'ya think I'm losing it, well bless my soul


© Jack Ellison 2015

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Carol Eastman March 20, 2015 at 12:03 PM Whoa! What meds are you taking?... No Dragon.. You can't have any! Besides I think we missed some thing... Possibly a big some thing... Well... I don't know... John seems to know... Go ask him... silly Dragon... Jack Ellison March 20, 2015 at 12:10 PM They sure do have an affect on mr! When I wake up each morning, I have no idea what I'm doing till the meds kick in!!! xxx