Brambles

A Poem by David Plantinga

A widow from Wimberly whistles

And fills all her pillows with thistles.

So nice on the cheek,

You’ll sleep for a week.

When dozing on brambles and bristles.

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As a dedicated practitioner of the epigram, allow me to salute your limerick. Excellent imagery and pacing.

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Added on May 1, 2024
Last Updated on May 1, 2024

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