A man could be seen at the pier every morning Every day someone would notice him yawning Too early? one said The man’s eyes were still red Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring
Category: Fiction & Poetry
Limerick XI
There once was a fellow from SurreyWho said; it’s coming – oh shit, what a worryHe felt his butt take a turnAnd thunder and churnI better get to the loo in a hurry
Limerick X
There was an old man named Ron He was as silly as others were strong He drank like a sink And fell in the drink – And when he woke he was wearing a thong
Haiku poetry XVI
In summer The poorest dance in dreams The rich watch from afar
Limerick IX
I knew a conceited young woman named Pat Who had trouble describing her cat She’s big I suppose With a really long nose So like you then; a liar and fat
Like a leaf
The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the afternoon Perusing fact or fiction She rises up and like a leaf Floats the breeze beyond her And nestles in the creviced seam Of triumph over yonder
Limerick VII
I met a mate at the bar near my house(He was lucky his wife let him out)He drank like a sinkGave a young girl a winkThen she hit him and called him a louse
Refinement
A whistle blows – silence grows Alerted to a warning Like iridescence in the sky One lustrous summer morning Darting from the here and now The future’s in alignment To my cloud – I float – I fly A life’s divine refinement
Those I know
I stand before the solitude Of life with nothing in it And look into the deepest well Run dry over the season And as I look I think and dwell Of anything beyond it Horizons yet to spark a light Or freeze the nightmare of it I sound a warning to the sky […]
Limerick VI
Deb entered the track race the favourite by farBut she fell behind and by halfway was lastThen she let out a fartWhich gave her a startAnd she won by well over a yard NB: see https://sensualism.me/2019/08/11/the-limerick/ by way of explanation
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