Three bears roared to be fed
Gave me an ache in the head
I slapped them silly
Made them kinda killy
Can't finish this poem, I'm dead.
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Upon the North, where winter holds its sway, The frigid nights descend with solemn grace, A silent, diamond dust along the way, And moonbeams carve the shadows of the place. The wind, a ghost that whispers through the pines, Doth chill the very breath that leaves the lip, The ground is bound by frosted, silver lines, And stars, like scattered jewels, their vigil keep. The long dark hours demand a sheltered rest, Where firelight dances on the hearth's warm stones, And weary souls are welcomed to the nest, To chase the biting cold from blood and bones. Yet in this chill, a stark, pure beauty lies, Reflected in the vast and endless skies.
By Vinn Black5 days ago in Poets
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Wow! I didn't see that ending coming! Now that's how you write a limerick! BRAVO!!!!
Bahahah nice work 👏
I appreciate the creativity and humor in the poem.👏👍
At first I thought this was going to be inspired by "Cocaine Bear", then as I started reading I was like, "oh, maybe a modern rendition of The Three Little Bears." But nope, a funny cautionary tale in limerick form!
This was fun on so many levels! Thanks for being such a beautiful soul and having so much fun with what you do! Always keeping me inspired!💜