Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Lymeric


There once was a shimmery ghost,
Of the girl young Laurence loved most,
On the day that she drowned,
She sank all the way down,
Now Laurence will no longer boast.
Posted by at

6 comments:

  1. KymDecember 9, 2010 at 8:21 AM

    I enjoy the romantic nature of so much of your writing. It reminds me of the literature of the 1800's--lots of ghosts and dying loves. The word shimmery makes this limerick work for me. It adds just the right amount of description.

    ReplyDelete
  2. KatoDecember 10, 2010 at 7:20 PM

    I think you've been reading entirely too much Edward Gorey. And what was Laurence boasting about anyway?

    ReplyDelete
  3. EmiDecember 11, 2010 at 8:20 AM

    How sad! :(

    ReplyDelete
  4. UnknownDecember 12, 2010 at 10:53 AM

    Romantic and Sad!!!!!!! :(

    ReplyDelete
  5. Ben YorkDecember 14, 2010 at 12:48 PM

    This poem makes me happy!
    That you are writing

    ReplyDelete
  6. FraserDecember 28, 2010 at 8:13 PM

    Laurence was the son of a nobleman. He was boasting of the beautiful lady he would mary. Richer men do, after all.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)