Thursday, January 7, 2010

A Limerick about Death


When I was a young boy of eight,
A box of incredible weight
Almost dropped on my head.
And I would have been dead.
They say I about died of freight.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!

Jonathan said...

Our blog has always been good.

Nathan said...

Yeah!

Nathan said...

But thanks for the compliment, actually. Didn't mean to be rude with that "yeah"

Nathan said...

Seriously. I didn't mean to be rude. That was a pretty nice thing that you said Anonymous, in its own way. But Jon is a jerk, so he had to argue with you. And then I had to say "yeah". What a couple of jerks we are.

Nathan said...

okay, the key to understanding this poem is that the last word is "frieght"

not "fright."

see?

that's the key to the brilliance

Benjamin Crum said...

oh, now I understand