There once was a poet from Maine
whose haiku would cause others in vain
to say that they could do, too,
the verse and rhythm that he knew,
but it drove many who attempted insane.
Freeform Friday II: Limerick: “Poet from Maine”
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author, rhyming poetry
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Second best one yet 😉
And what, dear lady, would you consider to be the first best one?
Why the one that refers to me, of course! said with my best imperious British accent.
Well, tally-ho and stiff upper lip and all that tommyrot.
Hope things are well for you. Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate it.
Oh, speaking of British, you may want to take a look at my next post. It’s another in my blathering idiot stories, with a bit of a British twist.