Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

Towns Folks Are the Target

There's many subjects near and dear to my heart
But none so dear as blowing farts off a cart
On our way to the market
Towns folks are the targets
They're not even safe in the underground car park


© Jack Ellison 2015

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Michael Tor October 2, 2015 at 2:04 PM lol Jack This is an airy write. I'm glad your mixing it up with gas. No smoking please. lol Jack Ellison October 3, 2015 at 6:53 AM Smelly too!!!! LOL

Tim Smith October 2, 2015 at 1:18 PM They all hold noses he gets near...hide undercover for his stench they fear...his cart is quite fast...the smell sure lasts....we wish he'd get the heck out of here Jack Ellison October 2, 2015 at 1:21 PM Okay on a scale of one to ten, I would rate that one a nine... ALMOST!!!

Carol Eastman October 2, 2015 at 12:19 PM As LimmerJack takes his farts to heart... The town folk also took part... Thank goodness farts are lighter than air fine art... And better than that #2 darker retort... Or we'd have to run if were were very smart!... Jack Ellison October 2, 2015 at 1:15 PM Farts seem to be taking over my thoughts!!! Methinks it's a conspiracy!!! LOL Love, Jake xxx