There was this Little Old Lady.
LOL for short. Short she was
on her funky ladder standing
Standing there with paint brush in hand
Town's budding graffiti artist
No one knew who this artist was
Clever and sly then one clear day
Caught in the act run away try
Her funky ladder it did fly
Police were fooled thought she would roll
Long gone our LOL did flee
Yon town gets her graffiti
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
I am linked with Carrie Van Horn of the Sunday Muse #101 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/03/sunday-muse-101.html?m=1
I'll never think of LOL in the same way :) Love how this reads like a ballad.
ReplyDeleteThis reads like a fun limerick .... ho ho ho.
ReplyDeleteI am with Anthony on the LOL! 🤣Clever and made me smile! I think society so much of the time under estimates the true strength of mind their true elders have to offer and we do need to protect their frailty with love and respect. I enjoyed your LOL story poem Jim. Take care and have a great weekend. 😎
ReplyDeleteJim, I just read your comment on my Caseyville post. What an amazing history when it comes to your early education. And the young women who took their lives, heartbreaking. I have sobbed more than several times in my life but I do remember January 1968. My husband and father of our children survived the Tet Offensive in Danang.
ReplyDeleteHelen, I am real sorry to hear about the Tet Offensive. I feel for all those and the memories from that must overwhelm.
ReplyDeleteMy education is equally long and a bit boring from the eleventh up. 26 years between 11th start and my last degree. I dropped out for eleven years.
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LOL, nice!
ReplyDeleteLOL for sure!
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