The Girl Who Sang
I met a girl who sang a lot.
Her mouth was like a big ole pot.
When she opened wide,
Her eyes popeyed.
Reminding me of kumquats.
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
Posts Tagged ‘limerick’
Grumpy Man
Grumpy man, Grumpy man, chill.
You’re making everyone ill.
Your hair is a mess.
Stress makes you have less.
Why’s everything such a deal?
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
The Hillbilly
Posted: April 12, 2013 in PoetryTags: bluegrass, Hillbilly, limerick, More about me, Old-time music, Poetry, United States
The Hillbilly
A hillbilly met a new friend.
Who lived near a stream at the bend.
His banjo he played.
His moonshine he made.
The music it never did end.
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
Albert Moyer, Jr. 