Poetry Reading

Guess those limericks made me hungry to write. As I glanced at the hills in town today, they looked like prison walls. My eyes should have feasted on the green rolls, instead my stomach shuddered at the cage. Just needed a word puke today!

Huntsville hills got nothin' on me

if it wasn't for you I'd be free~

You surround and hem me in

like a caged bull I won't give in~

I'll find my way out given time

calming blue pastures will be mine ~

Don't pull on me or fake a cry

you know these blues will be dry ~

Cause I've got somewhere to be

I'm goin' back they're waitin' on me~