I woke up this morning, looked out, and saw a good layer of frost on the cars in the street. When I opened the door to test the temperature, the usually inquisitive cat scurried away, so I closed it immediately. Still in that limerick mode from a few days ago, this came about:
This bright autumn morning our Joe's
felt the frost in his fingers and toes.
He inspected his yard 'n'
the plants in his garden
and found that his freesias had froze.
A little silly, I know. Hope it made you chuckle.
1 comment:
Well,Sir. Jefferson, thanks for the good laugh. Poor cat!
You know me, cats over humans any day!
Remember when you had your accident this summer, my first question was "how's the cat", then "how are you?"
I love limericks so keep them coming if you can.
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