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
He met a fine lass down under
Whose brain quite scorched him with wonder
With eyes that glowed
From a heart pure as gold
No man can put asunder
Limerick with Bridge: a collaboration created by Paulette Calasibetta and James Marshall Goff
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2022
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