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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Laurie Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 8:40 PM
G'day John... there's no might about it. Storm clouds ahead - Lindsay
Williams Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 11:49 PM
Yes Lindsay, and at the least, it's going to rain on him. Thank you Lindsay for having a read. Kind regards---John
Nunez Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 8:17 PM
Another cute lim...Kim :)
Williams Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 11:47 PM
Thank you Kim, one for the littlies. Kind regards-John
Ellison Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 8:57 AM
Us limerickians eh! We sure brighten up things, don't we!!! Another good one, John - Jack
Williams Avatar
May 1, 2015 at 12:44 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
Andresen Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 8:51 AM
- A lovely and sweet limerick, John! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Williams Avatar
May 1, 2015 at 12:45 AM
Thank you Anne Lise for your lovely comment. One for the littlies......kind regards......John
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