The lackadaisical lexicographer
Was a little leprechaun,
Who lived in the Limely Library
On Lexington and Barne.
One day this little leprechaun
Fell in love with a lassie fair.
He loved the way she smiled at him.
He loved her long flowing hair.
Just as the lassie had appeared,
She disappeared as well.
So the lackadaisical lexicographer
Fell into a depressing spell.
To those who visited the library,
He was most sure to tell
Just how he became lackadaisical,
“A broken heart just hurts like hell!”
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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