The poor old geezer lost his grip

And shot himself in his good right hip.


He flung the gun into the dirt

and grabbed the spot the shot had hurt.


He yelled, “It’s Sadie I prefer

but I’ll not shoot myself for her!”


Then the cobblestones he did tread,

and using granny’s finest thread


He sewed a patch on his good right hip,

and a gallon of rotgut he did sip.



About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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6 Responses to THE OLD GEEZER

  1. Kim Nelson says:

    You went in a direction completely different from mine and totally cracked me up!

  2. Sheilagh lee says:

    I love a good story in a limerick Excellent.

  3. Love this!
    Great wrtie with the three words!

  4. Altonian says:

    That’s a good one. Enjoyed it a lot.

  5. Lindsey says:

    Great story! Made me laugh.

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