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.....Limerick
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Whoever invented the game
would likely think I were lame
since three hundred yards to me
is farther than I can see
and of course running it's sadly the same
.
Whoever invented the game
would likely think I were lame
since three hundred yards to me
is farther than I can see
and of course running it's sadly the same
.
.....Haiku
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Trimming lawns and yards
has never been an option,
Trimming lawns and yards
has never been an option,
I have no mower
Thanks for joining in on another of my prompts!
ReplyDeleteLoved the limerick and the haiku really resonates with me...Fun stuff!
ReplyDeleteYou couldn't pay me to run three hundred yards. But, I might be persuaded to walk it. Your haiku sounds like a weedy garden to me. Thanks for sharing such fun poems. Have a nice night, deathsweep.
ReplyDeleteThe 50-yard dash would be pushing it for me. (heehee)
ReplyDeleteYour blog is clever.
I am partial to pennies. Here's my own favorite Penny:
www.associatedcontent.com/article/586403/winning_ways.html
Blessings,
Linda
these are fun!
ReplyDeletevery well done... and good knowing i have a compadre in the i hate mowing department!!!!
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