Thank you, Donna, for your sweet limerick! I will keep it on hand for those days when I desire a self-esteem boost. So, you and Richard got me going, you both may be sorry!
I sat down to write a nice sonnet
But a bee got into my bonnet
And buzzed, "A limerick
Will be ever so quick"
So my sonnet was foiled, dog-gone it!
There was a young man, Francis Bacon
Who was truly a prince, not fakin'
His mom, who was queen,
Was really so mean,
Never a king did she make 'im!
There was an old man, Francis Bacon
Who pretended to die--he was fakin'
He went on to live
Great secrets to give
At eighty-eight, free did God make 'im!