If all poems were limericks:
“The Man He Killed” by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I met by an inn,
we might have drunk whiskey and gin.
I shot him instead
and now that he’s dead
I wonder what else might have been.
If all poems were limericks:
“The Man He Killed” by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I met by an inn,
we might have drunk whiskey and gin.
I shot him instead
and now that he’s dead
I wonder what else might have been.