There was a young scientist from Krizen
Whose lab was built on an old prison
He heard what he thought was a gun
And started to run
And was met with snorts of derision
Whose lab was built on an old prison
He heard what he thought was a gun
And started to run
And was met with snorts of derision
Time really got away from me this week. With no clear characters or storyline and no genre shouting at me to explore it, I announced to my husband that I would not be doing FF ( for the first time for over year .)
I would like to dedicate and thank the inspiration for this weeks submission to Age.
4 comments:
Well, I'm sure your post will not be met with shouts of derision. Cleverly done.
I loved it. Very clever and very funny.
:) I liked this, it made me smile!
I'm always in awe of anyone who can write a limerick (I'm so crap) Does this mean you can say now you write poetry :) ??
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