The apple of his mother’s eyes
upon his whim the sun would rise
but as her prince there was a cost
too early found his childhood lost
chained to midnights drinking lies
~ Cale
https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/02/09/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-270/
Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas 
So much in that limerick. Strongly written.
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Thank you–I prefer to do funny ones, but it just didn’t come so I went with dark.
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