Time and Chance: A Limerick

There once was a runner named Griffith,

Who was swift, but he wasn't the swiffith.

In a half-mile race,

He had hoped for first place:

Four men beat him. He settled for fiffith.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-06-12 at 09:37

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Shameless! I like it!
2018-06-12


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
ouch!
2018-06-12


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Griffith, and swiffith I'll accept, but fififth made me laugh. I love your sense of humor, and your Limerick!
Ashe
2018-06-12