There once was a poet called Paul
He was greying, fat and kinda tall
People would point and stare
Call him names without a care
Until one day he killed them all
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Thank you for reading! Another limerick. Yes, it's becoming a thing. It's taking over haiku for me. Anyway, I really hope you've enjoyed the ride so far. This post marks number 99. That means something's coming. It may take a little while longer for me to publish anything new because I have something I am working on that has been put off for too long.
So, keep your eyes peeled. While I'm working on piece 100, I'll be able to read up on stuff I've not been able to in recent weeks.
If you enjoyed my third take on a limerick, please let me know. Click the heart, drop a comment, and you know all the usual stuff.
Here are some other pieces you could enjoy:
You can also take a look at the rest of my work here.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!
Streams and Scratches in My Mind coming soon!
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