Limerick – Crepuscular

Here is a limerick of no redeeming social value, written on a dare from a friend who offered to buy me dinner if I could use the word ‘crepuscular’ in a limerick.

It was a really nice dinner.

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His new friend was enticingly muscular,
tho’ his face was alarmingly pustular;
but this took no toll,
for they met on a stroll
on the Heath, in twilight crepuscular.

To begin at the beginning.

It is spring, moonless night in the small no wait that’s not it.

I’ve finally decided to put some of my poetry in one accessible place on the internet. That’s about all I can say, really…