There once was a writer of poems
Who had a side job fixing homes.
While making a repair
He tore pants and underwear
And displayed a couplet best left alone.
There once was a writer of poems
Who had a side job fixing homes.
While making a repair
He tore pants and underwear
And displayed a couplet best left alone.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Tagged as David E. Booker, joke, limerick, Monday, poem, poetry, writing humor