Limerick for Christine
July 21, 2008
For Christine, to whom laughter is as essential as food & water:
There once was a gal named Christine
Every now and then she’d make a scene
She would lie on the rug
And act like a dead bug
When the volume of work was extreme
Entry Filed under: Poetry. Tags: dead bug, limerick, Poetry.






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