Life in Limericks – Fifty-Five

The life of an elderly delinquent in limericks – with free optional snark…

I’m old and the winter is trying
Cold winds have me swearing and crying
So I’ve now come in here
With a bottle of beer
And my wrinkly old fingers are drying

© jane jago

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