A reader’s not-quite-a-limerick

Oh, how I love it when you send me these things:

Jess heard the goat cheese say please make
me into a savoury cheesecake
Her cat saw the moth fly
By my paw thee doth die!

But now, if she will be candid
Did she use the cherries
to hide where they both landed?

Leave a comment

Filed under poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s