At a green party in Savannah,
I met a young man from Havana
He came for St. Patty's
Got plowed with the laddies,
And woke in a Tybee Cabana.
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Veronica Coldiron
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Great limerick, Veronica!
Haha. That was great.
Love this!!! Fun & entertaining!!!❤️❤️💕
Tybee? ---googling...ok. Love them bagpipes. Very entertaining story here.
🤣. I had to Google “Tybee” haha. This tells a story for sure 🤣
This limerick is humorous and tells an entertaining story.👍🤘🤘
That is a riot, lol😂🤣😂