But for fear I appeared to be brave.
Being dumb made me harder to save.
When those monsters ate lunch
Even bones had to crunch
But at least I did not need a grave.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 40: Fears.
Buried Inside the Monster’s Stomach
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
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Thanks, Mother Willow!
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Ha ha ouch! Great one 🙂
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Thanks, draliman! Although I haven’t experienced it, being eaten by a monster is probably something to be afraid of if there were monsters around.
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That one made me start, is that your actual fear? If so, avoid Hippos. Never go on safari. And pigs, avoid those too, as well as any man who owns a pig farm.
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Well, since I don’t see too many monsters around, the fear is on the level of having an asteroid fall on my head.
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Very witty! I like the second and last lines the best.
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Thanks, magarisa! Those were my favorite lines as well.
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Oh oh….let’s make a pact to never go near a monster ever! I am afraid of my bones being crunched too! Great limerick, Frank 😀
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Thanks, Rashmi! It is best to try to avoid the monsters.
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