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Ron Conway Dec 2019
As you get close to “the day”
Your tensions are holding at bay
But some might allege
That you're right on the edge
You're just one figgy pudding away
                                       rc
Limerick
Ron Conway Dec 2019
The dairy was sold to his brothers
It's not like he had any druthers
The neighbours opined
"He was ever so kind
He was always thinking of udders"
                                   rc
Limerick
Ron Conway Dec 2019
The cold and the wind can be bitter
for a ***** and her suffering litter.
A pup or a kitten
is not for gift givin'.
Get pets from an animal shelter.
                                       rc
Pets are not gifts
Logan Robertson Dec 2019
Sally has a Santa Claus crush
On the eve she began to blush
T'was that time of year
Stockings filled with cheer
For his gifts, she came to ******

Logan Robertson

12/6/2019
Sally paints her Santa with a smile.

8, 8, 5, 5, 8
Ron Conway Dec 2019
The miniature philosophunculist
Grew plants of the genus ranunculus
The sweet buttercup
He examined close up
As he was a wee homounculus
                                  rc
limerick
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Timothy Tolliver Tines
Taught tax topics twenty times
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Twisted tongue tending to twine
11/28/2019 - Poetry form: Limerick - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
There once was a rotten tax collector
Who combed the rich Italian sector
   He lined his grimy pockets
   By cheating those he audits
Alas! today's appointment was one Hannibal Lecter
Silence of the Limericks
Wayne Wysocki Nov 2019
There once was a banker from Kent
Whose life was fanatically bent
    On saving each quid
    Like no other did
And moaning with each pound he spent
Copyright © 2019 Wayne Wysocki
Logan Robertson Nov 2019
Sally caught the train to the city
Upon arrival, she looked gritty
For her tryst far from right
She tried the swings, this night
Though her quirks were cork, she lay pretty

Logan Robertson

11/25/2019
9,9,6,6,9
Nicholas Holt Nov 2019
There once were our old thirteen stripes,
Heartfelt, but still just a touch tripe:
While some first were blessed,
Some first were oppressed,
This last a noblest, thrice-earned stripe.
This poem can be found here: https://www.wattpad.com/804683048-exemplary-aim-14-stripes
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