There was an old wrinkled man from Spry,
Who was up and running from noon to nye,
crooked leg, bent toes
hunched back, big nose
He ran so fast he outran death & couldn't die.
Author notes
another try
A contest entry
- Limerick Time #2 by AliceinPoetryLand.
300 points, ended February 26, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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That is so good!!! I can see him in my mind! You are just too much!
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: ) i see them/him everyday at work hehee --- my residents were my inspiration (God bless them!!! They are so wonderful -- sometimes the only ones that make me smile) df
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Lol very well done indeed
Another great entry! Fits Limerick scheme perfectly. Thanks for this entry and good luck in my contest.
Gaylene
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THank you for another chance and for the hm !!!! I'm enjoying writing these.... df
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congrats hope you win This was Great
I loved all the ryming
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LOLOL..too funny! A most excellent limerick!
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thanks, although no comparison to your writing... df
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haha, wow. wierd as hell, but funny too. now i want to outrun death!
nice, short and sweet, jus tlike my old teacher said poems should be (she didnt like my epic =P). I like the word nye in this, not something youd see every day, if ever.
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i wasn't ever sure if nye was the right spelling for the word... hell i don't even know if it's really a word - i meant night nye' whatever... and that last line could use improvement, but i'm at work and just gotta' type when i can : ) df glad you got laugh tho
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