Crows December 6, 2012 · by bethnyland · in Poetry. · (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Day 341 prompt: Garden (a limerick) my garden has fifteen rows that interest a murder of crows they toppled my straw man and pooped on my tin pans those pesky birds reap what I sows Pass this along ...Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Thanks, sister. I read it to Isaac this morning, grinning at the end. “Proud of yourself, Mom?” I sure am, buddy.
Murder and pooped in the same limerick. Quite clever!
Thanks, sister. I read it to Isaac this morning, grinning at the end. “Proud of yourself, Mom?” I sure am, buddy.