Limerick, Poem

Up In Tall Trees

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See # 282
and Esther’s Laughing Along With A Limerick
with the inclusion of the word ‘chill’.
This is my limerick
response.

Photo © Rob Mulally @ Unsplash

There once was a boy in a tree,
Who slept as he dreamt of the sea.

His blanket,
the leaves,
With branches as sleeves,
He snored with a chuckle of glee.


The birds sang him songs full of cheer,
A squirrel whispered jokes in his ear.

As dawn’s light would peek,
Through branches he’d sneak,
He was chill and that boy had no fear!

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This is “Tall Tall Trees” by Alan Jackson

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