Say It with Flowers
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Has it really been a decade
since you were in my arms?
Ten years ago, I bid farewell
to you and all your charms.
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Has it really been a decade
since you were in my arms?
Ten years ago, I bid farewell
to you and all your charms.
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!
Word verification is not my thing.
No added safety does it bring.
It only takes a lot of time
and makes commenting less sublime.
Resolution! Schmezolution!
This year, I’m resolved
to make no resolutions
because failure is involved.
When chamomile tea she slurped,
Leigh stayed awake but soundly burped.
The melatonin was okay,
but left her groggy the next day.
“I’m not getting any younger,”
said the spider to the fly.
“When into my web you blunder,
could you let me know you’re nigh?
I’ve got the nose of Uncle Gene,
the eyes of Grandpa Fred,
the mouth of Aunt Virginia, and
the chin of Cousin Ted,
“Pardon me,” said Tom T. Urkee,
“but I’d like to say a word.
Let me make this clear, not murky.
I’m a man and not a bird.