Friday, September 23, 2011

A Personal Limerick

There once was a mother of three,
Corny, she often could be,
Post-cleaning, she'd write,
Of chocolate all night,
and the antics of her family.


No that's not REALLY me, but I often sit alone all dressed up like this to read in my serene way.
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  1. ChristineSeptember 23, 2011 at 8:39 AM

    My good friend, you make me laugh . . . as did this limerick.

    As a sidenote, thanks for all the encouragement this week. You are a blessing and a treasure.

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  2. LindySeptember 23, 2011 at 9:01 AM

    What a wonderful Limerick. My sister wrote one for our wedding toast! They are always good for a laugh.

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  3. laughwithusblogSeptember 23, 2011 at 4:26 PM

    I love it! :)

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  4. Susan EvansSeptember 23, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    It's nice to see someone who likes poetry!

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 24, 2011 at 3:18 PM

    I love your personal limerick....and for some reason, it is not difficult for me to imagine you sitting dressed up by a tree like that!! :>)

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