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

3 comments:

  1. interesting choice of "dosed" in lieu of dozed.
    Hippie.

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

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

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