Limerick Poems About Dark | Dark Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: happy, life, uplifting, wisdom,

I Choose To Be Happy

I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather today fresh flowers bouquet.

I choose to be glad and be grateful,
to count all my blessings, be cheerful.
I may go up then under,
but keep on and I ponder;
it feels good to do things and be joyful

I choose to be a smile in the night,
a spark in the dark that burns bright;
to someone who’s down,
a laughter and clown,
moreover a channel of joy and delight.












11 September 2015
For Casarah's Get Happy 101 Contest


Poem Details | by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Categories: boyfriend,

Word Portrait

  Dark chocolate eyes that smile with glee
 Laugh lines that only enhance his goatee 
          Blessed with pearly whites
          That gives good love bites
I'm drawn to his mustache like a queen bee

 Dark brown hair off sets creamy white skin
  Tall and slim, his physique makes me grin
            A sculpted nose so fine
             Sensual lips so divine
It's a good thing that handsome is not a sin

Long arms embrace me and hold me tight
   Perfect ears that are aligned just right
             Sexy arched eyebrows
              That get me aroused
Blush on his cheeks after an ardent night

   Looks and passion a small part of his traits
Smart and kind, he's been blessed by the fates
                 Witty, fun and sweet
                 He is without conceit   
The love we have, makes us great soul mates

21/ 04/ 2013
For Frank H's contest


Poem Details | by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: funny,

February Funny Bone


February Funny Bone

I know a young lady so fine
Her good looks almost made me blind
I bought some dark shades
To cut down the glaze
And now that young lady is mine


Curtis Moorman
5 February 2012

For Linda-Maries contest


Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: halloween,

Beware Of The Curmudgeon On Judson Street

In a dark, dark room this Halloween Night,

     I will seclude myself sans outside light,

          And when kids shout "trick or treat",

               Behind my door I'll retreat,

                    And eat all the Snickers bars just for spite!

Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: memory, world war ii,

Vitamin B-12



Started taking Vitamin B-12 for my memory Reminding me of the B-29, a question for Jeopardy A bomber during history's dark time World War II, a disgusting crime We must all be sure so as not repeat this treachery © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: allegory, candy, mythology, myth,

A myth and proverb united

A melt down occurred high outside
That ended a fabulous ride
Let's love licorice
But recall Icarus
Whose fall was preceded by pride


Author's note: Licorice is dark and an allegory for the bad things one needs in life We know that bad is stimulating, but too much of a good thing can have the opposite effect.


Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: science,

The Probe 3

Cast a glance to the comet up high
with a name sounding awkward and dry
          (in the stellar marquee
          it's marked 'six-seven-P')
and a motion that's hard to descry.

As the comet continues to fly,
caught in gravity none can defy
         (yes, it traces ellipses
         through solar eclipses),
we ask 'does dark matter comply'.

So, we sent the Rosetta to pry
and I can't help but wondering why
          (once in orbit) we spun it
          so close to the sun, it
is likely to sizzle and fry…

But before, we may soon verify
that the comet's a custard cream pie
          made of  green cheddar cheese,
          like the moon, if you please
(though that's gospel the savants deny).

When receivers no longer reply 
(at the end of their solar supply),
          we won't seek to debug 'em,
          instead we'll we unplug 'em
and turn off our spy in the sky.

If it's certain Rosetta will die
then, oh lordy, I surely will cry
          if we land it like Philae
          behind the sun, shyly,  
before I can whisper goodbye.


Poem Details | by mazhar butt |
Categories: assonance, character, funny, humor,

Santa

As thin as a thistle Santa  in chimney  got stuck
In  the passage heavily blocked by years of  muck
struggling through the  soot
Santa fell down like a coot
And came out looking like a dark fancy duck.


Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: funny, happy, mum,

Limericks 10

1.

There was a young man named Bruce
Who to the Middle East offered a truce?
He would build a brick wall 
Over a thousand feet tall
Then paint it a dark shade of puce

2.

There was a young lady named Ruth
She sometimes forgot to tell the truth
Her mum would get mad
And so would her dad
But only while she was a youth

3.

Poor Peter was awfully well bred
And a Christian life he had led
Nobody cried
When the poor fellow died
They just gave him to god instead

4.

A final stab in the dark
It’s late and sod this for a lark
I just want my bed
But words whirl round my head
So I’m writing whilst out in the park

5.

Catch all you thoughts in a jar
Like the one about your favourite car
Keep em locked in a draw
Look at them some more
Then release them and let them fly far

6.

In cricket I batted a two
Round the field the ball it just flew
The bowlers just could not cope
As the ball hit the boundary rope
Soon a hundred I did accrue

7.

I’d like to ride a real tall horse
In the company of John Wayne of course
With Clint Eastwood by our side
Going for a long hard ride
With our six guns the law we’d enforce

8.

I once owned a Honda Accord
The only car that I could afford
I kept it pristine
Polished to a high sheen
It never let me down when abroad

9.

An old man of ninety three
Said he could not wait to see
His telegram from Queen
So a hundred he’d seen
Now that’s what I call optimistically 

10.

At last I have reached number ten
As the ink has run out of my pen
I will get a refill
Take a headache pill
Then maybe start over again



If You managed to stay awake through this well so did I,  and if you read them all then you deserve a medal, thanks for your patience, all the best Owen


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: allegory, faith, food, funny,

A day in the near future

What dark force wears the devil’s mark (666) 
And bites those thrown off “Noah’s Ark”?
Dragging sweets through the mud
While chomping for blood...
A bully is like a white shark*

*Only white sharks have better table manners, and so in the tradition of Emily Post—the innocent eventually rise up and seek justice—and use knives (and forks and spoons)! 

This poem was inspired by Laura Breidenthal's recent poem entitled "666".


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: crazy, humor,

Limerick: Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !

© TWignesan – Paris,  2013


Poem Details | by Beau Regard |
Categories: art, people, father, art,

A Portrait of Vincent VanGogh

To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh

When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led to much sorrow
But he learned to draw
Whatever he saw
Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh

His happiest time, and now in love, oh
Till the landlady’s daughter told him no
Now a broken heart
Surly to sell art
Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh

Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow
A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow
The church was appalled
And cursed his resolve
To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh?

His father baffled, on the verge of foe
Art interest, once again, began to grow
Back to school again
This time, in His name
To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh

School’s out, back to his parents he would go
Using neighbors as subjects to ditto
Proposed to his cousin
Which she found disgustin’
Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?!

Now off to The Hague, a family furlough
To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo
A man to see ya…
Caught gonorrhea
Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh

The pain of loneliness drove him back home
Once again, a failed love with fair Margot
Then Vincent’s father died
He grieved deeply inside
The tragedy further refined Van Gogh

Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know
“The Potato Eaters” made an art show
Just add more color
Said his dear brother 
Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh

Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco
Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll
Though he kept on painting
Then Paris, more training
The end was getting closer for Van Gogh

The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro
Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio
Influenced his style
Learning all the while
That time was running out for MrVan Gogh

Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow
Completing great works the whole world would know 
“Sunflowers” (in vase)
“The Café Terrace”
Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh

With his tattered mind, and mournful woe
Committed to the asylum, Mausole
With his final works
“The Church at Auvers”
“Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh

“At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow
Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow
Put a bullet in his chest
In hopes of peaceful rest
“The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh


Poem Details | by jide badmus |
Categories: hope, inspirational, philosophy,

light a candle

light a candle
let it glow with hope
let its thin film of smoke 
disperse the dark clouds
let it drizzle and frizzle out your stress, 
let it wash off the stench of sweat
let your pregnant hope 
deliver twins and triplets; 
multiple tales of success  


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: fun,

Mister wine and Miss cheese


                       Mister wine and Miss cheese-they married well

                            In the dark night they had no extra fuel

                                   Sooo they hugged each other

                                     Teeth rattled oh my father
                        
                            Oh in Wedding night they  were on gruel


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: anniversary, funny

Oo La Ween!

Welcome to my naughty Halloween Meet my dark and beautiful dream On this night she's a witch But by day not a stitch So she's a stripper, but she's still my Queen


Poem Details | by MoonBee Canady |
Categories:

The Devil's Agents Dark Limerick



The Devil's Agents 
- A Dark Limerick


There Once Was A Man Named Several
Who Became A Secret Agent For The Devil
But When He Asked His Boss
What The Job Would Cost?
He Was Told, 'That's Above Your Pay-Grade Level'
(Rom6: 23)


		Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
                           by:  MoonBee Canady


Poem Details | by Jerry Whalley |
Categories: music, mystery, parody, peace,

aHa: a poetic noetic instantiation in three acts

rushing inference, imminent insight suddenly its clear, a gut feeling swooning, reeling, cross-connected hemi-sphere syncopated, reverberated, totally aware open bi-ways, ahh blue-sky days, making up my mind synapses shiver, axons quiver, dendrites deliver 'lectrik-neurons fire suddenly in time aha! aha! oh gawd I see, I ran around 'n cried a fool I've been, all along its there, right in front of me with a grin 'n a nod 'n twinkly-looking 'round raised my arms 'n slapped my thighs 'n made a ruckus sound -- donned my hat 'n set it skewed upon my big bright head set off to town in an uplifted mood while whistling a sweet sound forgot what I had found # there's a hole in my head where the wounds of reason seep all words are dead inside my head what's left is dark 'n deep @ I'll always live and always die on the event horizon of my mind's eye where the flash of neuronal fires flower into sudden epiphany --
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOwgE18iuUQ <-- youtube anim of this piece


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: childhood, food, for children,

I'm Cuckoo For Coco Puffs

<                      once was an  cuckoo bird named Sonny
                         tagging along gramps as first  gunny
                               shooting up cereal bowls
                     with dark puffs @@@ nice ~ and ~ slow
                            Oh how trix rabbit did so runny  






Entry For Poets Destroyer 's
Your Favorite Cereal Limerick
GL All                                  


Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny,

Jack Is Back

After dark he has that spark,
He writes limericks for a lark,
Your chin will get sore 
From the laughter he draw,
Be careful, it's getting quite dark.


Poem Details | by sherif goda |
Categories: death, life,

The battle of death and life

Death and life are always in fierce fight
Death is lurking away from your sight
Ready to take you away
For worms that make you decay
And ends your life with a long dark night


Poem Details | by Broken Wings |
Categories: funny, humorous,

Limerick 3 - Quick Exit

 
One dark night the fire alarm was screeching, Stuffed bag dragging and the cat meowing; A purse hanging off my neck, Oh, I sure looked like a wreck; In the parking lot people were staring! ____________________ April 25, 2015 Limerick For the contest, Limerick, sponsor, Jan Allison 5th Place Fifth Place


Poem Details | by George Aul |
Categories: humor,

Circus Clowns

After spending a night on the town
and drinking ale - a hearty dark brown,
we were feeling sooo frisky,
tried moves a bit too risky,
quickly learned: What goes up, must come down!


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: judgement,

Limerick: Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack's Bean Stalk

Limerick : Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk

  for the raped 5-year-old Indian girl next door

Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
Cried : « For what Crime 5-year-old was debauched ? »
He got no true hearing
Slid down no more doubting
Now stalks 4-year-olds on dark side-walk.

© TWignesan – Paris,  2013


Poem Details | by Brock Gamble |
Categories: people, school, emo,

Gothic Kids

Were basically the muscle of the emo kids we dont cut we fight we dont cry we just live and die, hardcore music tht you cant understand was always our master plan, dancing in the dark youll soon see the spark, after the flaming heart we shall never depart, through your eyes i see nothing but glee


Poem Details | by Danielle Knox |
Categories: life

Rare

Living my life,
No hope by my side.
No faith in my heart.
All fears are alive.

Killing my spirit,
You keep going on.
I don't wanna hear it.
I just gotta be strong.

But i lost all strength.
in this cold, dark war.
Although i call your name,
You just ignore.

i need you now more than ever,
But your not there.
My lifes gone forever.
And my feelings, are rare.


Poem Details | by Miss Wattle |
Categories: fun,

EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND

EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND There was a young fellow named Ray Who sat with our group yon day after day. Through fears dark and some frivolous He’d listen to all of us This insightful young fellow named Ray. Through many tissues and tears We aired our secrets and fears. Often times we would laugh Surely, the best cure by half- Much better than drowning in beers! He’d frown or he’d smile Showing concern all the while. He’d probe all our issues And we’d reach for more tissues While he added more notes to our files! With dedication he nourished And his wisdom we cherished. On every word we did hang And his praises we sang For our demons have finally perished! Our lives we’ll recoup, said our young fellow named Ray One step at a time, 'pon day after day. So onwards and upwards, my friends ‘Tis time for making amends- Thanks to a young fellow named Ray! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ******* This gal from Down Under Will always remember young Raymond 'Bontana' … The best M.S.Win Greater “Toronta”! c ELR 2013


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: funny, life, future,

Jurassic James

My name is Jurassic James
An ageing Dinosaur it seems
Middle aged I have hit
Quite frankly it's shit
Take me back to twenty to dream

Wonderful, I'm now back to that time
Playing pool and every things fine
I'm out with the boys
Getting pissed and enjoying
Meeting girls and being so entwined

Then there was the night one met
The right one my future was set
Now married with kids
My pool days now rid
Decisions made, now no regrets

Now back to the future we go
A dark horse now starts to show
What's fixed is now broken
Jurassic James has now spoken
I'm now free and single you know









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-3.php


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: animals, nature

Triple Limerick-INVASION OF BEASTS

Bright pumpkins flicker in shadows,
evil spirits hide in willows,
wolves renounce warfare,
even cats won't stare
at hungry griffins with large claws.


When the kids see those scary beasts,
they can't help laughing..one retreats!
" Run, Jane, run!" yells Jared 
with spooky hair as Fred...
they both drop their bags full of treats.


The chaos continues through dark streets...
as squirrels feast on unwanted sweets;
Halloween's surprises
simply dramatize...
why should kiddies hide under sheets?


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

Jack's Dark Side



Jacko has a dark side as well as one of fun He laid out too long in the hot sizzling sun Didn't turn over Got over exposure White in front but dark on his bum © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny,

Sleeping Driver

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There is a man who goes to sleep driving His family has a plot conniving They would buy him a tank That is so dark and dank He could sleep while others were surviving
Sponsor: Heather Ober Contest: Make Me Laugh Written this seventh day of July 2013


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

Smut Quite Overt



This community of poets is very diverse From love poems, to dark poems, to poems about hurt But through it all This jester does scrawl Some sillies, some crazies, and smut quite overt © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Dawn Gordon |
Categories: faith

The Dark Prince and Gods Darkest Whore

The dark prince and the almighty Gods' darkest whore,
The prince defies God so he is going to even the score,
He's crowned with disloyalty and encouraging her lie,
Sitting by her darkened throne and views the lashings go by,
The Lord then slams and then seals heavens' eternal door.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funny,

Weapons Confiscated

I have never even seen a Ninja
But I bet you didn’t know that, did ya?

     I am just a peaceful soul
     A video game “Black Hole”

You know your WiFi’s safe with me, don’t ya?

Although each Ninja has the same dark face
I won’t be inviting one to my place

     All weapons confiscated
     At the door; I’m elated

To keep Ninja warfare out of my space



*Entry for PD’s Sneaky Ninja contest


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: giggle,

Dum-Dee-Um-Dum



There once was a lady from London Whose blouse inadvertently came undone Out popped this guy With two dark brown eyes And a jolly jiggle, dum-dee-um-dum © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Enik Fox |
Categories: loss

Apocalypse

The Apocalypse is here at last
Our mighty nation will be soon surpassed

Nothing but cold, dark death
We will soon take our last breath

We can no longer put off what is to come
This is a fact that has made us all numb

Our hourglass is almost out
And there is no other route

Our time had come and now its done
Is there any hope? None

We had our chance, but then we failed
But some still think we have prevailed 

Not wanting to accept the fact
As though it was some horrid act

Such a rude awakening they are in for
When we no longer live anymore

I wish that day were not so near
Just one more thing for us to fear









                                                   2/26/09


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: space

To Space he Went

Semaj and his travels in space
Many planets this hero has graced
    He has seen races of sorts  
    Back to earth he reports
Then its back to that dark distant place









Poem Details | by Tahira Parveen |
Categories: evil, funeral, gothic, grave,

Unreceived Parcel

Unreceived  Parcel

I have sent your parcel
Please be patient 
Your curtain hooks have been sent
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it
but...

I will make a special delivery
Through the dark forces of night
In horse and cart
Await me at 2pm tonight
Leave the window slightly ajar
I will ring three chimes on my arrival
With your special delivery
Slide open the window
Look down

You will see me standing there with your parcel
Slowly on your toes 
Push forward and slide out the window
Reach for me
Alas you will have your parcel 
I will have delivered the goods
The wife will have curtain hooks to hang the curtains
Then your curtains will be closed forever
I will place roses on your grave
Sending you a graceful goodbye
Delivering, your unreceived goods
Goodbye


Poem Details | by JACQUELYN STURGE |
Categories: funny, old, dark, dark,

WISHES DO COME TRUE

She tossed her coin into wishing well
For all to see and for all to tell,
She wished for a husband
One tall dark and handsome,
Hoping the well would break her dry spell.


Well her suitors came from all around
Some gross, some queer, no handsome found,
She looked for a keeper
And not just a looser,
Then she met one financially sound.


Tall dark and handsome, was just a joke
She'd settle for one who wasn't broke,
She got an old fella
He's thirty years older,
And just recovering from a stroke.


Her wish at the well partly came true
When she and her old man said "I do,"
Since she was no beauty
He fulfilled his duty,
It was her Daddy who paid him too!


Poem Details | by William Robinson |
Categories: for children, funny, mystery,

LOCH NESS MYSTERY

What e'er became o' Angus McKess
Is a dark and troublin'  mystery,  no less.
But the cruel gossip bein'  
He was reportedly seen
Skinny dippin',  one night, in Loch Ness


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: faith

The Way

This world was shrouded in dark sin
Until God sent his loved Son in
To shed the blessed light
That all of mankind might
Learn how eternal life to win.









Placed 2nd
For John Freeman's limerick contest


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: rain,

Downer Days



Looked outside, it's quite dark and rainy These downer days drive me quite insane-y A sunshine lover O'er the ground I hover Hard to hover with a rain soaked aeroplane-y


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: fun,

Silly Billy

The dark winter night was so chilly
So Viv downed some shots which was silly,
Then while driving on top
He was stopped by a cop.
When asked for his name he said Billy!

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Contest: No 208 ~ Any Form
Sponsor: Brian Strand


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous, moving on,

FLIRTING WITH DEATH

Sue removed her Rayban sunglasses Batted her long dark eyelashes A consummate flirt She smoothed down her skirt Then scattered her late husband’s ashes! Many friends turned up at the wake Sue handed out sherry and cake With hands on her hips And cherry red lips She didn’t show signs of heartbreak! Her dear Joe had been buried one week Sue went dating a rich Arab sheikh With her sexy hairstyle and her womanly wile the future didn’t look quite so bleak! Flirt Contest Sponsored by Lewis Raynes 12~04~16


Poem Details | by Enik Fox |
Categories: peoplelost, lost,

Lust and Greed

Lust and greed drives the hearts of man
We get our fingers into everything we can

We have all we need yet we want more
And we have no idea for what is in store

All this lust and greed has Calloused our soul
In the process we have lost all control

There is no longer humanity
Have we finally lost all sanity?

What no one can see through the gloom
Is the dark impending doom

It is closes all around
It soon will completely surround

We have nothing with which to fight
Even though this is a battle we did incite 

We are no longer the light
We have become a blight




                                                       3/6/09









Poem Details | by Prince Freakasso |
Categories: health

POETIC SOUP

Gulped in the morning or sipped at night,
For a host of debilities the doc says they’re right
From consomme to Bovril and the dark marmite, 
Even in your twilight years make you feel like a sprite
Is it their viscosity that makes them the priority? 
Or do they get us all pepped up and sometimes too naughty? 
Drunk from a bowl or some broken cup; 
Mother says they keep your spirits and your chin too up
You can have them cold or real steaming hot, 
Of the whole lot of liquids they’re a nourishing lot
Thin or thick? If had in the nick, 
Could save you from tiredness or falling too sick
Ganished with macedoine, brunoise or the good old fried egg, 
Make them your staple, you’ll sure shake a leg

-Prince Freakasso 
(Painter & Poet) 


Poem Details | by Enik Fox |
Categories: happiness

Break of Day

Walking down the dark hallway
Wishing for the break of day

For light to penetrate
All the places that I hate

Filling them with bright white light
Driving out all fear or fright

Keeping beasts at bay
Letting me frolic and play

Going into vast black spaces
Making them well lit places

All is cheerful and bright
Filling my heart with delight

Kicking out my inner demons
Who torment my without rhyme nor reason

I see the sun peak over the sky
All terrible feelings are let go to fly

No more burdens no more pain
All possessing spirits have been slain


Poem Details | by Marley Dean |
Categories: art, blue, moon, night,

Night Sky

The sky was a blazing dark blue
The stars lit on fire glimmered too
The moon was pure white
But just not too bright
The art of an evening brand new


Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: funny

The man in Spain

There was once a man from Spain
Who waLked down a dark lane
He thought he had a zit
And said “I’ll squeeze it a little bit”
Orgasmic, I’ll squeeze it in a minute again 


Poem Details | by Enik Fox |
Categories: happinessme,

To whom it may concern

To whom it may concern
I was so sad
I was very mad

My life didn't feel worth living
But all my friends kept giving

Helping me when times got rough
Helping me when things were tough

The best friends I could ask for
I just wish we had met before

No more dark no more bane
No longer do I feel pain


Poem Details | by Richard Pickett |
Categories: character, happiness,

Tazzie's Back

The Taz has been gone for some time now
he has found himself a new home,
An American living in Canada,
With his new wife he will roam.

I will write once again of some favorites,
my friend Brick and the dark Samurai,
Jackson the Pugs new adventures
and the wars where our brave men have died,

I say this to my new friends and old ones
I hope my pen never goes slack
may we all build again on our friendships,
letting you know that the Tazzie is back......

Rd Pickett 2016