Saturday, September 3, 2011

The Darren Poem

There once was a man named Darren
For his property he’s  always carin’
He rode round cuttin’ grass
While he sat on his ass
“Ken should be doin’ this,” he was swearin’

Ken Goree

A little crude, but that is what limericks are supposed to be, right?  (Actually, a true limerick is suppose to be raunchy and taboo breaking).  As I write this, Darren is probably waking up to his second day of lawn mowing … it is a lot of lawn!   I have to credit Tonja with the initial idea for writing a poem about Darren mowing the lawn, though she probably didn’t expect me to make a limerick out of it.

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