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Jack and the Gourd
by Max BouilletMister Jack was in love with a gourd,
till they cut him some eyes with a sword.
The first time he gawked,
he died from the shock
and his guts in a pie was soon poured! 10/09/2003 Author's Note: A Jack poem for the holidays... and my first limerick. Oh, and by the way, I would like to thank Sallie for the suggestions.
Posted on 10/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 10/10/03 at 12:38 PM Loved this one Max! Great initiation into the limmie fold. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/14/03 at 02:26 PM i will not be corrupted! I WILL NOT. ...well, maybe i will. *grins.* never written a limmie, though, and if i dare say, you make it look easy, non? EXCELLENTE. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/30/03 at 01:29 PM whoo hoo!!!... great limmie, max, especially for your first!!!... blessings :) |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/10/03 at 09:36 PM Excellent limerick, and cheerfully seasonal even though I'm two months late! :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/31/03 at 12:27 AM LOL!! You got the knack I'd say. Jack at least got a taste of the pie from the gourd which caught his eye! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/15/05 at 02:50 PM All this limmie needs is a dollop of whipped cream, hehe! Good stuff, Max.
Pe4ce... |
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