His Work Desk
His work desk was always piled high
With files that were so thick and dry.
The bunch grew higher;
Like a big growing fire.
Then his desk gave way with a sigh.
R.g. Kaimal
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/06/2022
Poet's note: The idea for this limerick came to me in my office where I saw a colleague's desk piled high with files. Of course, I had do much trial and error with words till I got it right.
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