A Dish Best Served Cold
Or, At least the ingredients are all natural
You know how you stepped in some poop
And your sneakers got wiped on my stoop?
To show how I feel,
I made you a meal.
Just don't ask me what's in the soup ...
(#!@#%**!)
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Lamar Wiggins gave me the words soup and sneakers to play with, but please don't blame him for this limerick.
Here's another new-subscriber-inspired poem:
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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Comments (8)
Aww, Sonia, this limerick is nothing but a pile of crap, lol! (Nicely sauteed & blended.)
haha...I am speechless a little. This was fantastic and joyfully entertaining! Clever idea too! Great work, Sonia!
Well done & left some love ❤️❤️💕
Lol❤️
This is terrific! Great job, and please don't send me any dinner invitations!
Lol! Love this one! 😝
😂😂😂! Hope it didn’t make it to the menu. Thanks for the laugh, Sonia.
Haha! This made me giggle! Great idea, and awesome job putting Lamar’s words to good use! 💫