With Rested Gaze...
A Limerick poem (aabba, 9-9-7-7-9)
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Peter stones ***** up his poking ear
To the pitter-patter he could hear
From the faded local beat
To the sandwich he can eat
Boss peter has got nothing to fear
Cat-son and mouse-well were once a friend
In the clubhouse, they'd drink to no end
Till the cat grew cruel and cold
And mouse stay in his household
Thenceforth, the crazy hunt never end
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
With Rested Gaze...
A Limerick poem (aabba, 9-9-7-7-9)
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Peter stones ***** up his poking ear
To the pitter-patter he could hear
From the faded local beat
To the sandwich he can eat
Boss peter has got nothing to fear
Cat-son and mouse-well were once a friend
In the clubhouse, they'd drink to no end
Till the cat grew cruel and cold
And mouse stay in his household
Thenceforth, the crazy hunt never end
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
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