Goldie Limerick.

Goldfinch60



There was an old codger called Goldie

Who thought he was going to be mouldy

He scrubbed himself clean

Into such a bright sheen

That he saw he was just an oldie.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2021 02:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: just a bit o' fun for today.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 26
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    Oh lol, fun write Gold.
    Did our armour go rusty in 1066?!

  • orchidee

    Oh lol, fun write Gold.
    Did our armour go rusty in 1066?!

  • dusk arising

    That odd cheesey smell eminating
    had provided a rudest awakening
    he nearly did flounder
    by the fresh deli counter
    but was only the cheddar they're grating

    assured he weren't going insane
    he ordered some cheese with blue veins
    it suited his palette
    but strained at his wallett
    yes life's a funny old game

    then he dined with a local old farmer
    who's wife was really a charmer
    a bit of a cracker
    and never a slacker
    he nibbled a slice of leerdammer

    • Goldfinch60

      The the cheese on the plate was just patie
      which would make him become a bit fatty
      To go with his beer
      he wanted some cheer
      so went off and found dolce laite

      • dusk arising

        Though his sweet tooth's a mouldy old molar
        he won't ever drink diet cola
        it has to be said
        a full bodied red
        he prefers alongside cambazola

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Eating his crackers in bed
        Thinking of chardonnays and reds
        Puzzled by woodas and shouldas
        He wished he had chosen Goudas
        A top these crackers instead.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thanks Jerry.

          Andy

        • FredPeyer

          Been there, done that! 🙂

          • Goldfinch60

            Yes, it comes to us all.

            Andy

          • Doggerel Dave

            ‘Oh mirror, mirror on the wall
            Can’t you reassure me at all?’
            “Oh no sir, it is just too late -
            Far better to accept your fate.”

            Onward, ever onward, Andy

            Great lim. BTW.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Dave.

              Very true - FOREVER ONWARD.

              Andy



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