Introduction

I don't recall ever seeing a 'three wishes' tale in limerick form... so now we have one.

Three Wishes On A Desert Isle

Three men were marooned for quite a long while
when a bottle washed up on the shore of their Isle
and out popped a Genie with wishes galore.
(to be exact, three, one each, and no more.)
The first made his wish and he said, with a smile ...

"I wish I was back in New York in my cab."
... POP! ... he was gone ... (the cab was a Saab)
The second one said, "Scotty, now please beam me up ...
Let me be hunting with my good old pup."
... POP! ... he was gone ... (and his pup was a Lab)

The third one said, "Golly, that really was neat,
but I really do miss good old Harold and Clete,
I wish they were back again"... POP! ... and then ... POP!
A fight broke out next, maybe never to stop .....
and what was said then, I don't care to repeat.

Copyright; Wes Vogler
Email: babblingbooks@shaw.ca