There once was a writer from Hell
Who could tell his stories quite well.
Full of fire and hate
They kept his readers up late –
And then there was their god awful smell.
There once was a writer from Hell
Who could tell his stories quite well.
Full of fire and hate
They kept his readers up late –
And then there was their god awful smell.
Filed under 2020, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as davideboooker, limerick, Monday, photo, poem, writer
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