Dumb potholes know not even a quart,
My cities ever race to be smart.
In gloating over stars
They care for feet, nor cars.
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Style, not stuff, is today's modern art.......interesting and accurate line with fun. Very beautiful Limerick. Thank you dear sir for sharing this beautiful poem with us.
THANKS FOR YOUR LOVELY COMMENTS The day poets forget about that Treasure Island, that list of 500 and whatever other lists, I think it would be better for him. A poet's job is to pen poems, count NOT..... the rewards nor gems. THANKS AP