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More Limerick Licks
- The Poor Old Boy From Port Dover -
There was an old man from Port Dover
who thought he could row out and save her
although his intent was good
he just wasn't in the mood
the poor old boy from Port Dover
More and more the sinking sand did forsake
with every struggling move he did make
to free himself from this crusty earth
to prove his mettle and his worth
the poor old boy from Port Dover
As the day grew long and the night wore on
the muffled cries a forgotten song
the boat drifted on its own
saved the girl who rowed to town
the poor old boy from Port Dover
Chiccoreal
Please come onboard this Magpie and write by high tide!
Thanks for the poem. Did you leave a link at Magpie Tales? I saw your comment, but not your link.
ReplyDeletegreat fun - hope the boat came back
ReplyDeleteto the Poor Old Man
That was different. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteYou have 'licked' the limerick form ...
ReplyDeleteha. this was an absolutely fabulous change of pace...thanks for the smiles...
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this! A fine job of shifting oars.
ReplyDeleteLove your take! It's different from all that i've read...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Love those limericks--well done story line.
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