A young porcupine known as Jim
Is always going out on a limb
To become my good friend,
But I know, in the end,
That I’ll never get that close to him
–Photo by me
Limerick 47
A young porcupine known as Jim
Is always going out on a limb
To become my good friend,
But I know, in the end,
That I’ll never get that close to him
–Photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Good limerick Michael! It reminds me of a poem I wrote many moons ago about a man I met. Every word was a barb. I called the poem I wrote about him The Porcupine. It was a sadly sympathetic poem as I recall. I’ve never written a limerick but they always look like fun to create.
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I know limericks aren’t the top of the line in poetry, but they are a lot of fun!!
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I love poetry that’s brilliant and beautiful in whatever form it takes.
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