Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

The Wild Wild North

Tales about the wild wild north
Prospectors, fortune seekers, and poets of course
We ruled with an iron fist
If challenged we hissed
Till we got angry and rode away on our horse

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Theresa M. Cash April 15, 2020 at 3:38 AM This one had me laughing out loud and in real loud way. especially with your comment to Tom. lol Jack Ellison April 15, 2020 at 6:11 AM Fun eh!!! Silly too! How are you doing out there in the wild wild west? LOL Hope your day is filled with sunshine, dear Theresa! Love, Happy Jack XOX

Tom Cunningham April 14, 2020 at 1:00 PM Can just see you riding off into the sunset, with a filly sharing your saddle. Good day Jack Jack Ellison April 14, 2020 at 1:43 PM Oh yes bumping along!!! Paradise... LOL

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 14, 2020 at 8:40 AM I have been a huge fan of Robert Service since I was about 8yrs old. Had The Cremation Of Sam McGee memorized. He definitely influenced me poetically. Good morning hugs my dear friend! xomo <3 Jack Ellison April 14, 2020 at 8:52 AM Robert Service!!! Yep! 8 years old... wow I was 8 years old once a loooooooong time ago LOL Good morning sweet soul, HJ XOXOX