You may be a gentle soul, but let it not stop you from rising to life’s challenge when it arises.
Fight, even if only that you may reclaim your gentleness when the war is over.
You may be a gentle soul, but let it not stop you from rising to life’s challenge when it arises.
Fight, even if only that you may reclaim your gentleness when the war is over.
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Love not only the simple yet meaningful words but the clever title as well!
Wow. This is beautiful! 🙂
Some of us are done with fighting
Converting instead, to verse-reciting
But when push comes to shove
Then, it’s off with the glove
Foam becomes flood to get the wrong-righting!
DFSK: Clever! Oh my. 😳 *preens*
Zarine: Thank you. 🙂 It’s driving me mad that I wrote “rising” and “arises” in the same sentence, but I’m determined not to let it bother me. I’ll get there. In about 37 years.
Aunty G: I would expect no less, my fellow Leo
Your no-nonsense spine you got to show
First try with love
But then yank off that glove
You tell ’em there’s a line to toe!
YOU – ARE – JUST – TOO – GOOD!
Beautiful . I bow to thy Greatness. Great response to AuntyG btw 🙂
I have a proposal for you and Aunty G, a book of verses. I, for one, would pay to read the back and forth banter
Why, thank you Chaipakoraandgupshup
We Leos love to be buttered up
So, book or not
I’ll tell you what
We’ll continue till you tell us to shurrup!
Aunty G: That won’t do, oh no siree,
Your limericks have spoilt me
Add to your archive
Churn out the five
Regular comments just cannot be!
alice: 🙂
chaipakoraandgupshup: And I’ll tell you what,
We’re a greedy lot
Pay us in fritters
And single malt bitters
We’ll limerick on the spot. 😉
Oh, what a come-back
Okay, let’s attack
Fritters AND pakoras
Bitters on ‘modas’
And hic, limericks we’ll never lack!