Monday, September 29, 2008

Running On Emptiness

It seems that for business we're closed
No limericks here are composed
The tires all squeal
No hands on the wheel
The writers apparently dosed


DBC said...

interesting choice of "dosed" in lieu of dozed.

Anonymous said...

The first Closed limerick had them drunk. The next one had them drugged.
Ahhhh, the life of a poet.

surlyh said...

The writers have been drinking.
The writers have been drinking.
Not me.