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.
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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