The Widow Who Prayed For Rain (Limerick) Poem by Chris Embrick

The Widow Who Prayed For Rain (Limerick)



Everybody thought old Henry insane
He always bathed outside in the rain
The town breathed a sigh
When the weather turned dry
All but the widow next door who complained.

Saturday, June 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
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Chris Embrick

Chris Embrick

Commerce, Georgia
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