©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Not only do you rock, you are one––
That’s the honest truth.
I oughta know; you’ve had my back
since we were in our youth.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image: eric mahoney

Don’t let the green grow
underneath your feet.
It could be grass, you know;
though eerie green’s been
seen to bode no good.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Nesting in a tree,
resting on its roots,
red-caped superhero sporting
camouflage boots.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Saying goodbye was harder than she thought,
but then, it’s true she rarely thought at all.
She acted and reacted, forged ahead,
kept moving, praying that she wouldn’t fall.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image by Sarolta Ban

she always made him small
it was her eyes
he blamed them,
claimed they cut him
down to size
she said he lies

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Pete Alexopoulos on Unsplash

It was no more than ninety-eight cents,
but giving it up made her tense.
She was found at the scene…
near the gumball machine.
Caught red-handed without a defense!
(Sticky fingers make strong evidence…)

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Who doesn’t love reading a good limerick? Or writing one, for that matter? Sure ‘n we’ve all felt a little bit o’ the Irish in us at one time or another, eh? And this fun little form is one of my favorites when I’m in a playful mood.

By the way, the image posted above provided the fodder for my punny little poem, and I hope you enjoyed it!

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Photo by ParkeHarrison

When things aren’t breaking quite your way
and this world leaves you stuck,
crank it up.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

Word verification is not my thing.
No added safety does it bring.
It only takes a lot of time
and makes commenting less sublime.