Jack Clark Poet Limerick

True Love

Her hair as red as a flame
Her lips were colored the same
… That Irish Lass
… So full of sass
He’s wonderin’ if she’d take his name?

Her to him: “You’ve got a crust!
With courtin’ and dowry a must …
… in wooin’ I’ll naught
… ever be caught
Afore me name I’d adjust!”

“Oh, wee lassie, please see:
‘T is you - the woman for me
… I’ve 10,000 wells
… of oil I sells
Marry me”, he said on one knee.

“Oh! My!  I see you’re sincere
My name change … it’s drawing near
… ‘bout that oil …
… can’t let it spoil!
Now … what’s my new last name, me dear?

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Moon Hunter August 3, 2014 at 10:19 PM it was a very well written poem and very well detailed but my only comment that may be only a small problem is the amount of silent pauses out side of that it is a very good poem and it just doesn't make complete but no poem ever does if it's any good.

Robert Nehls July 22, 2014 at 12:13 PM Hey, Jack. This is a really good one and probably quite a common thing. I thought this one was very well written and fun to read, my friend..... Robert.