Union (a Limerick)
The dish ran off with the spoon
I think it was Wednesday at noon
Then the dull butter knife
Took a fork for his wife ~
A drawer full of doons and knorks soon
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Rita L. Sev
I am a middle school ELA teacher in Philadelphia. I love words, and enjoy reading and writing poems on a variety of topics.
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