She stood alone in her meadow,
This lovely grieving young widow.
But her neighbor next door,
Whom she did adore
Soon put an end to her fallow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would rather remain exempt For limericks so rarely do tempt But your story and style Imparted a smile, So I launched a grateful attempt. Good one, Tom. You infused the richness of your pen into a style quite needful of rescue from the literary exile of pubs and alehouses.
It was part of a contest with Wes! I don't normally attempt limericks! Clearly, judging by yours, you are better than me at them! A very amusing riposte, Seamus!