A man named Hugh,
someone I thought I knew.
So, Hugh felt very blue
saddest man I ever knew.
He hated the Sioux, and he hated the Jew.
Hugh was a poo to be left in the loo.
Look both ways for you know who.
Mind the gaps in the view, they spoil the brew.
Our Literary Journey 
Love this and I love the valid message relayed through humor. Fantastic!
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Thanks, Gypsie. I wrote a couple of Limericks, too. But I could get them to 38 words.
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Haha! People like Hugh definitely belong in the loo!
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Weird poem, right. I wrote two limericks first, but I could not get to 38 words. 🙂
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I feel ya. I was all over the place. Flushed it and then it came together. Some days…
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Yep. But good days just the same. 🙂
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Yes… Archie 😉
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Oh dear! No wonder he was sad! 😀 Enjoyed your humorous take, Bill 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra.
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Poo on Hugh! Nice one, Bill!
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Thank you, Michael.
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And I’m sure he’d leave a pretty unpleasant smell behind!
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Oh my! I’m sure xenophobic farts are the worst!!! LOL
~Gypsie
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They are.
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An evil odor 🙂
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That was too funny! Even though Hugh is full of poo!
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Glad you liked it. I was hoping for a limerick, but couldn’t push one to 38 words.
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