Monday, December 19, 2022

A String of Limericks

 

The darn snow keeps falling down

Mounds of it piled all over town

It’s only December

But we’ll remember

At the least we didn’t drown.

…   …   …

For sure the grass has stopped growing

Some snowbirds have ways of knowing

They should get out of here

When the coast is still clear

To head south where the whiskey’s flowing.

…   …   …

Most of us remain behind

And find something to distract our mind

We’ll just find a warm coat

Or fondle buttons on our remote

And admire those snowbanks so streamlined.


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