I am so tired that I don’t know where this came from. I just wrote it, half asleep and now I don’t know if I wrote it for a prompt or something. I kind-of “came to” and the poem was on my computer.
There once was a cow from Earth’s field
When chewing her cud she won’t yield
She ate way to much
Her belly she clutched
So sad that her fate may be sealed.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
Love limericks!
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I do too and once I start I can usually go with them…it’s just about getting in that groove.
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Hysterical 😂. I’m writing a scene in my book which is a limerick contest, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am terrible at limmericks
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If I can get in the groove I’m not bad…it’s just getting there. Last year I think it was someone had us all writing limericks for something. I will go back and see if I can find that post.
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I composed one while brushing my teeth … oh it was so bad 😂
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Well, are you going to share?
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🤣 I doubt it
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🤣
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It’s good though!
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Thanks!
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