Kitty tales

P.C :- Iqbal Nuril @ Pixabay

Are you holding onto my fish fingers?

You can’t hide for long, aroma lingers,

Beware if you slip and fall,

I won’t be there whilst you call,

Busily licking my fish fingers!

Poetry form :- Limerick (AABBA rhyme scheme). Limericks are one of the most fun poetic forms.

This is my first attempt at writing a limerick.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge # 85. The challenge is to draw inspiration from photo provided above. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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    1. Thank you Dakshali, I’m unable to comment on your post, so commenting here, loved your limerick. I liked Mama Kitty’s name- Crazie. Thank you for the ping back and the follow. Much appreciated! πŸ™‚

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      1. Oh.. there’s some issues going on even I don’t know what’s problem on my comment section..
        Btw, thanks Kitty. You’re inspiration thou.. Thank you for reading…βœ¨πŸ™πŸ»

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