Hathi Room

Didn’t feel like writing on prompt today – wrote a pair of limericks instead.

In Glenwood there lived a farmer
His mother raised him a charmer
He landed a first date,
But his goat loitered at the gate
Oof, what a smooth knight in shining armor

In Glenwood there lived a farm girl
Her father taught her to twirl
She dressed for a date,
But there was a goat at the gate
Yikes! Oh such a night would unfurl