The Last Limerick
A parting toast to my friends
As the time comes to end all the jollity
Of throwing out rhymes with frivolity,
If you've read to the end,
You're the reason, my friend,
I won't choose quantity over quality.
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This one isn't for any challenge. It's for the few friends that took the time to read all of the goofy little rhymes that literally pop into my head all day long. Trust me, I've refrained from posting many more limericks than I've posted. I probably should have held back on a couple of my comments early on, too. (Those comments were directed at the challenge, not any of the writers.) My apologies to those who will know who they are.
This has been a fun break from writing the more serious stuff I'm working on, not to mention what feels like 800,000 or so words of content I crank out for clients each week. I've been extremely grateful for your support and I've done my best to reciprocate. If I've missed some, please hit me up.
Thanks, y'all!
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
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Nicely said. Well done.
Aw, wonderful! Love it!
Really a fan of this one, because it sounds just like you!
I'm curious to know about your publishing. Where can it be found? I've searched Amazon but can't find you.
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