|
|
A Short Letter (Limerick) by Ranger
Today a note came through my door
From a friend I've know since long before
She said "let us not fight
For that would not be right
Yours truly now and for evermore"
I puzzled it through in my head
Thrice more its contents I read
I endeavoured to try
To write in reply
"I don't hate you but love you instead"
I wish I were Byron or Chaucer
But I would not want words to force her
Lest we should forget
What it means to regret
For at night these words seem so much coarser
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
| Graph | Votes |
10 |
|
9 | 9 |
9 |
|
7 | 0 |
8 |
|
4 | 0 |
7 |
|
5 | 0 |
6 |
|
0 | 1 |
5 |
|
1 | 0 |
4 |
|
0 | 2 |
3 |
|
1 | 0 |
2 |
|
1 | 1 |
1 |
|
0 | 0 |
0 |
|
1 | 12 |
|
Arithmetic Mean: 6.2222223
Weighted score: 6.222222
Overall Rank: 966
Posted: December 27, 2002 2:34 PM PST; Last modified: December 27, 2002 2:34 PM PST
View voting details
Comments:
371 view(s)
|