just a limerick that came to me today, with nothing to do with the season.
12-24-2017
Fungi Ben is known to be quite a punner
he'd always played with words when he was younger
But when Sammy he wed
no meat was he fed
So now his sausage she holds 'til he's firmer
I CHOSE THIS WORK BECAUSE, THOUGH WRITTEN A WHILE AGO, IT WAS WRITTEN ON THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS. AND KNOWING THAT ALL BLESSINGS, IN WHATEVER FORM...COME TO USE BECAUSE 'HE' CAME TO US...I TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO WISH YOU AND YOURS...THE CONTINUOUS FLOW OF A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Witty and humorous, Budd! I love limericks. I have written hundreds (actually, well over two thousand). I am about to publish the third volume of them. Love this one. Thanks for sharing. Love and peace,
Budd, sometimes, the ideas just come to you and have nothing to with anything, but we write them anyhow....And sometimes they are sone of our better writes....
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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"I'll have a cheese pizza please… And hold the sausage!"
Ron