Limericks for DadA Poem by Truman S. BoothMy dad LOVES limericks. He sends them to me in texts all the time. He's pretty good, too. So one day I wrote a few for him. Here they are.
There once was a dad named Ben--
Well, actually, Benjamin-- He loved his son (me). He was all full of glee. He was studly and handsome. The en...d. I once knew a Truman the Fourth Who had not a lisp, of courth. His son was the Fifth (What the heck rhymes with Fifth?) But he lived quite a few miles north. There was a great guy named Benji Who went on a limerick frenzy But his rhymes only rhymed A portion of the time And his meter was a little off, too. © 2010 Truman S. BoothReviews
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5 Reviews Added on December 12, 2010 Last Updated on December 12, 2010 AuthorTruman S. Booththe Bubble, UTAboutI am a young writer, but I believe that talent knows no age--although they tend to increase together. There are a few things I love, and a few things I hate. I love language, piano, animated movie.. more..Writing
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