Short and round was the lot of Bob Tift,
So he tricked out each shoe with a lift.
The problem he found,
When his fork hit the ground,
Was the distance was too great a rift.
My favorite limericks come late Thursday nights as I’m about to go to sleep. The danger is forgetting them before Friday morning. How many are out there somewhere lost forever to a Limerick Friday opportunity. Last night, all whirled up on coffee, I had the forethought to use my phone to create a rough draft. I tap tapped in the dim light until I had written enough to keep me in the know when I got to the computer today.
Ah…the beauty of technology…and too much coffee on a Thursday afternoon.
Poor Bob. I will chuckle a bit at his expense though.
Fun 🙂 I love to write stuff down at night.