I met a man in a limerick
I wonder what makes him tick
He looked like an upper-class young man from the South
Yet he sounded more like a salt-of-the-earth Scouse
In greeting, his gnarled hand felt like sandpaper
Closeup, he smelled like an overripe caper
In departing, he left a bad taste in my mouth
About the Creator
Pitt Griffin
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, it occurred to me I should write things down. It allows you to live wherever you want - at least for awhile.
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Cute sensory poem. Very well written.