What Comes In Dreams
There was a WoodenMan of old,
Who possessed great knowledge I’m told,
Was offered a handsome sum
To keep him mum,
But alas, he couldn’t be sold!
While on tour in Australia, he happened upon
A glorious sight!
A rare beauty of pure silky wood oak
A bit of mischief in her eyes as she
Held his glance,
The page turns…
He met a fine lass down under
Whose brain quite scorched
Him with wonder
With beauty that glowed
From a heart pure as gold
No man could put asunder!
Limerick with Bridge: a collaboration created by James Marshall Goff and Paulette Calasibetta
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2022
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