There once was a gal named Suzanne
Whose fair singing was best in the land,
At the drop of a hat,
She’d weave a song that
Would make us believe she’s so grand.
Almost anything that she would hear
Could send her quick mind in high gear.
She’d croon for all those
Who could not find repose,
So that’s why she’s the one we revere.
This will last longer than flowers too!
ReplyDeleteThey say that a limerick is fun
ReplyDeleteWell you’d never know that by this one
It has no real purpose
Save making you nauseous
So be glad that it’s over and done.
Will have to get here to sing the next time we are together.
ReplyDeleteDave--we're at B-12 this year--just got our Cornerstone reservations. SO, we're two sites down from last year (farther from the main stage, closer to handicapped showers.)
ReplyDeleteNo guarantee of any singing, though--besides you couldn't hear me above the Cornerstone noise I mean music!
Suzi