Injured, but Not Dead
Well it turns out the man wasn’t dead.
But he had a huge gash on his head.
There were burns on his skin
and a scratch on his shin,
there’s a problem, his blood wasn’t red.
As the plane hurtled out of the sky,
their destruction was ever so nigh.
The suggestion was moot,
Here it is: parachute;
It would help them, the stars to defy.
A random limerick so i can get away from the story. My internet was down, sorry for the delay!
Why I’ll Never Go to Shop Rite Again
A man in a grocery store,
He threw all his bags on the floor.
He huffed and he puffed,
His demeanor was gruff.
And the cashier just walked out the door.
Mary thanks for the honor and glory.
But I’m taking a break from the story.
It is not a mistake,
It’s the first day of break,
So, tomorrow I’ll finish the story.