There was once a young man called Ben
Who always stayed in bed til half past ten
He missed the dawn,
His wife was gone,
And poor Ben never did see her again
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Trying limericks, as haiku have been done to death.
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Paul Stewart
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Comments (10)
Well done!!!😊💕
Should I feel bad for Ben? 🥹 I kinda do. Poor guy ❤️
OOOH, I like this!!! Very well done!
I clicked the heart. Leave haikus alone. But time for limericks anyway.
HA! He just needed some coffee. Poor Ben.
What a lazy shit, that Ben! hahahaha! That was just the type of limerick that gets in your head. Great work :) FFS
Well done! It was so funny!!!!
There once was a poet named Paul. The genres, he played with them all. Sick of haiku, he knew what to do, So limericks he's writing for you! 😂 Sorry, now my brain's going to be hard-wired with limericks all day!
Wonder what Ben did for his wife to leave 🤔 Loved your poem!
Hmmm, I seeing a pattern. bring on the limericks. Well done