Sunday, 3 July 2016 01:23 pm
(no subject)
By popular demand (sort of), I've submitted another entry to the poem contest. Once again, I chose the limerick format, because it seems conducive to humor.
A lady atop a tourelle
Lost her balance and frightfully fell,
But she didn’t land hard,
Falling half of a yard.
(The emphasis goes on the “-elle.”)
A lady atop a tourelle
Lost her balance and frightfully fell,
But she didn’t land hard,
Falling half of a yard.
(The emphasis goes on the “-elle.”)