There once was a man named Tom
He didn’t know me at the time of the prom
But now he retired
And I’m feeling smothered
Even though, I love without qualm.
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Wow.
As an introvert who needs her alone time to recharge, this is like my biggest nightmare, lol! Thank God I'm not married and don't plan to. Loved your Limerick!
Lol! When my father-in-law retired my mother-in-law went back to work. She couldn't handle an entire day without a break from him, though love him she most certainly did.
Lol. Have you considered smothering him?
Time for another hobby to get away.
Simple yet deep
Oh boy- I'm afraid of that happening! LOL