Torched

There was a fire eater named Glinder Who performed for a circus in Flinder. He pushed the torch down far Forgetting his hours at a bar. All that remains of Glinder is a cinder.

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Kp Nunez

Date: 3/4/2015 4:21:00 AM

LOL! Poor Glinder! Since what remains of him's just a cinder/ to take up Lindsay's call, none will hinder / so pick up your pen / we'll count up to ten / else we'll use your drinking mate for tinder! :D Kim

Paul Schneiter
Date: 3/4/2015 7:54:00 AM

Kim, I appreciate your exceptionally clever response. In fact, it's probably better than my limerick!

Jan Allison

Date: 3/4/2015 1:47:00 AM

made me giggle Paul:-) Hugs and you MUST take up Lindsay's challenge!!! Hugs Jan xx 7 xx

Paul Schneiter
Date: 3/4/2015 7:58:00 AM

Thank you, Jan (gracious, as usual). Ah, Lindsay's challenge. Yes, I'll give it a shot . . . should be fun.

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 3/4/2015 12:59:00 AM

G'day Paul... That's what Glinder gets from drinking bloody moonshine. Crikey Paul, he could have ended up on the moon as a cinder. There's a joke here about two blokes drinking aero plane fuel and when one farted he ended up in New Zealand. Perhaps you could configure this into a limerick seeing your exceptionally good at writing limericks Paul. Thanks again mate - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter
Date: 3/4/2015 3:07:00 PM

Lindsay, thank you for thinking I might be equal to your challenge. That's an authentic compliment. Well, actually, I'm about to post my response. I hope you won't be disappointed.