Keep The LIne

limerick

there once was a girl from Macon
on the tennis court her racquet was shakin'
the first set was all hers
the second, lost to nerves
the third set left her leg muscles achin'

there once was a storm that hit Macon
storng winds left the dogwoods a shakin'
leaves trembled in fright
and fell off over night
in morning the farmer was rakin'