Children Limerick From the Farm II

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I started sharing poetry articles back in 2013. Every year I share a poem a day in April.

There was an old goat with a thick beard

whose owner, the farmer, had once feared

housed a pigeon and wren

maybe small owl den

fed on crumbs from goats mouth to his beard.

There was a collection of small dogs

who always seemed threatened by farm hogs

they would travel in packs

always looking for snacks

they did not make very good farm dogs.

There was an idle pig with a snout

was so big he would constantly pout

"I guess one would suppose

I have gosh awful nose"

though he also suffered from the gout.

There was an old bull on a hillside

who yearly would give Cowboys a ride

in local rodeo

a seven second show

so the rest of the year he could hide.

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