Tonight Lillian is tending bar in the Dverse Lounge. Her friend Catrin Welz-Stein is a wonderful artist. She has gracefully allowed us to choose from four of her images for inspiration for a poem. Her website, Catrin Welz-Stein has many more images:

Old Freddie was not right up top
His friends all thought he was a fop
The butterflies too
Thought he was cuckoo
Once he unlocked and opened up shop
Oh you always make me smile and sometimes even laugh out loud. Thanks for the outlaid chuckle tonight! A fop indeed π Poor Freddie and his cousin Randall (see Glenn Butkuss’ post). π
Thanks maam
This put a smile on my face. Thank you!
Thanks Linda
Ha ha nice linerick
Thanks Erbiage
Heehee.
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Love your limerick! It fits the painting perfectly!
dwight
Thanks Dwight. I look like that after work myself
Ha Ha! Don’t we all!!
Arrgh!
haha – some interesting characters are appearing tonight.
Yes, the paintings leave a wide berth for interpretation
Nice limerick. Even the butterflies think he was nuts.
Alas, they were right, thanks Frankπ
Surely not the butterflies too! He looks charming to me π
I’m afraid so Margaret, he’s got butterflies in his belfry
You can’t be serious in a limerick! They drag you to absurdity. Still, I’d like to see what he has in that shop of his…
That probably depends on what butterflies do in their spare time, lol
Poor Old Freddie! Your limerick has cheered me up this dreary morning, Walter. I too would love to know what he sells in his shop.
Probably something out of Mr. Magorium’s wonderful Emporium
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That was fun!!!
Thanks Annell
Better butterflies than bats, I think
much prettier than bats
Made me smileππ
Love it.. he sounds like a funny fellow.
Oh, this made me smile. Perhaps we should all be more like Freddie.
I think my butterflies have escaped and the squirrel has stopped running on his wheel
Poor old Freddie! Even his crazy thoughts couldn’t wait to fly the coop!
Tough life for him
oh Freddie sounds like an interesting character, i totally enjoyed the rhyming lines, very very well written.
Thanks π