There once was writer from Chicago,
Who fancied himself a hero in Key Largo.
So, he packed up his crap,
But misread his map,
And is living near zero in Fargo.
There once was writer from Chicago,
Who fancied himself a hero in Key Largo.
So, he packed up his crap,
But misread his map,
And is living near zero in Fargo.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as Chicago, David E. Booker, Fargo, hero, joke, Key Largo, limerick, Monday, writer, writing humor, zero