Gershon Wolf Poet Limerick

With a Freezing Ice Pick

There once was a jockey from Reykjavik
Who'd hit his horse with a freeing ice pick -- 
   The horse, it would stumble
   The jockey, he'd grumble --
"Shut-up, you old nag, I've a charcoal brick!"

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Jennifer Proxenos June 22, 2019 at 2:08 AM The realms of our imagination have no boundaries - great write, Hugs, Jennifer. Gershon Wolf June 22, 2019 at 10:46 PM I guess they don't---although I do try to avoid pure vulgarity... and normally succeed. Thanks for your support, Jennifer! :) gw

Tom Cunningham June 21, 2019 at 1:37 PM Thought it was polar bears they rode lol Gershon Wolf June 21, 2019 at 1:40 PM Ha, ha. They warm up on polar bears, they do. LOL. :) gw

William Kelii Kekaula June 21, 2019 at 12:58 PM Those Icelanders, never knew a country with natural heated pools and ice caverns had a fetish for the tracks GW ~ William William Kelii Kekaula June 27, 2019 at 8:12 PM HAHA! unicorns Gershon Wolf June 21, 2019 at 1:02 PM Well,... I have to confess that this one flew straight out of the wilds of my imagination... Perhaps they race unicorns there in Reykjavik! :) gw