When Jim Swimmed

There once was a fellow named Jim Who always kept himself slim and trim But as he got older He got big as a boulder And sank to the bottom when he swimmed! © Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Smith Avatar
November 18, 2015 at 1:44 PM
His rear was as big as an anchor....from the years he was a banker....didn't get up off his chair....and pastries he'd snare...he Jim look out for that tanker
Ellison Avatar
November 18, 2015 at 2:38 PM
Limericks have taken over methinks... life without them really stinks... they're a breath of fresh air... counterbalancing the foul air... that's been around ever since the sphinx!!!
Eastman Avatar
November 18, 2015 at 11:51 AM
First he probably froze his little Jim... It HAS to be cold when you swim... His life must have become very grimm... So we now sing him a hymn... For what he did on a crazy whim... His wife will miss that limb... OK! Now you did it- I'm ruined and can't be called so prim... I've gone crazy to the brim... Grandpa Troll will have to step in... and retrain me to be heaven sent... LOL
Ellison Avatar
November 18, 2015 at 1:00 PM
So many words that rhyme with Jim!!! LOL xxx
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