Forfeited fodder
I had a thought,
but I forgot.
It simply slipped away, unsought.
It simply slipped away, unsought.
Bet it was grand,
To beat the band.
And now it neatly
comes to naught.
c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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I completely relate to this serious and seriously adorable limerick! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThat is so cute! I'll have to return to this one, just because it's fun to read. Love how limericks roll right off the tongue. :)
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