Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

Till My Wings They Get All Sore-A

There's this sweet young lassie named Laura
When she visits, l fall down on the floor-a
So excited am I
My heart, it doth fly
Till my wings, they get all quite sore-a


© Jack Ellison 2015

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Laura Breidenthal May 14, 2015 at 6:41 AM I'm super late reading this, but I'm glad I did. (: Don't hurt those glorious wings of yours.Always, Laura Jack Ellison May 14, 2015 at 12:53 PM If it wasn't clear enough, the Laura was you dear Laura!!!!! Santa says he loves you a whole big bunch, huggsies xxxxxxxx

Honestly J.T. April 26, 2015 at 10:40 PM always a funny one coming from you -J.T. Jack Ellison April 27, 2015 at 6:40 AM You are very kind, but I'm not to blame... it's my warped brain!!! LOL Thanks, Jack

Carol Eastman April 26, 2015 at 11:30 AM Now, Jack... Angels have wings... and well... after reading some of your limmericks... Well, I gotta tell you... I'm just not sure that... you do. Teasing... Jack Ellison April 26, 2015 at 11:51 AM So you must have missed my interview with Anderson Cooper on CNN discussing my flying exploits! LOL xxx

Tim Smith April 26, 2015 at 8:35 AM This is great-a .....is that close to eh .....lol Jack Ellison April 26, 2015 at 8:38 AM Yup, coz I'm Canadian... eh!