There was a young girl from Tralee,
Who decided to live up a tree,
A structure of splendour,
Was on her agenda,
And it was, I think you will agree!
The Tree House
22 Saturday Feb 2014
Posted in poetry
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22 Saturday Feb 2014
Posted in poetry
There was a young girl from Tralee,
Who decided to live up a tree,
A structure of splendour,
Was on her agenda,
And it was, I think you will agree!
Splendid. I love good limerick and they are surprisingly hard to get right.
Thank you Gillie!
I absolutely love tree houses. There’s something very escapist about them. Like living on an island that nobody can get to but you.
I didn’t realize you’d written the limerick. Nicely done.
Me too! Always have! And thanks!
I love a good limerick, and I really love a good treehouse. So happy that you managed both in one post, Caro. My secret ambition is to someday reside in the trees–someday, that is, before I’m too old and creaky to get up there.
I know, Amy! I’ve AlwAys had a secret yearning to too!
I could live there, no problem except perhaps my age, Once I got up there, I will not be able to get back down
Nor me William bug it looks fabulous doesn’t it