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Wisha, Washa

Wisha, washa, washing up, I dropped my mum's favourite cup, It fell onto the tile floor, A hundred pieces maybe more, My mum just might crackup.

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 4/30/2015 8:40:00 PM

G'day John... there's no might about it. Storm clouds ahead - Lindsay

John Williams
Date: 4/30/2015 11:49:00 PM

Yes Lindsay, and at the least, it's going to rain on him. Thank you Lindsay for having a read. Kind regards---John

Kp Nunez

Date: 4/30/2015 8:17:00 PM

Another cute lim...Kim :)

John Williams
Date: 4/30/2015 11:47:00 PM

Thank you Kim, one for the littlies. Kind regards-John

Jack Ellison

Date: 4/30/2015 8:57:00 AM

Us limerickians eh! We sure brighten up things, don't we!!! Another good one, John - Jack

John Williams
Date: 5/1/2015 12:44:00 AM

Hopefully we do brighten people's day with a little bit of a chuckle Jack. And that's a nice thing to do. Thanks Jack for having a read.....kind regards.....John

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 4/30/2015 8:51:00 AM

- A lovely and sweet limerick, John! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

John Williams
Date: 5/1/2015 12:45:00 AM

Thank you Anne Lise for your lovely comment. One for the littlies......kind regards......John