Love Poem: Still Holding My Own
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Written by: Valsa George

Still Holding My Own


The syllable count- 10, 10, 7, 7, 10 is followed in all the three limericks. I owned my house many many years back. Changed my furniture, even kitchen rack. But there is a rusted sink. It is tilted at the brink Fear if it will come off the hinge and crack Now my sink looks a worn out contraption. My wife's upset, has a hot reaction. All its former glamor, gone. In my wife's eyes, it's a thorn. Still hold it to my strange satisfaction! Though a washbasin, looks a urinal. Water keeps flowing as through a canal. In lower pipe, there's a kink. Anytime my sink may sink. Why I keep it, I have no rationale!