A Child’s Lie
There once was a boy named James,
who screamed "I'm not to blame!
"Four men and a snake
"ate the last of the cake."
But frosting on his chin displayed his shame.
A breakfast epiphany
There is a young man who admits
That his smeller is somewhat amiss
At breakfast he frowned
After a swallow he found
His bowl was not oatmeal, but grits
A Few Limericks Regarding The Fortuitous Circumstance Of Discovering That The Tale One’s Been Chasing Is One’s Own.
On Identifying Identity:
There once was a writer of squareness
Who put all her grandeur in rareness.
Her ego was scrapped
And her cheekiness slapped
Off her face by abrupt self awareness.
A Cautionary Tale on Tail-Chasing:
In circles I used to philander;
To whimsy and fancy I'd pander...
But when I caught up
To myself (that sick pup!)
I decided that I couldn't stand her.
My aplomb is plucky but fleeting;
I keep posting things then deleting...
The truth is my doubt
Packs a mean bit of clout
But it strikes only after completing!
″...you don’t deserve me at my best”
There once was a girl named Sadie
Thought to be a charming lady
"Take me at my worst"
"He should have changed first"
She seems to have trouble dating
Small Town Blues
A town believed that Black lives matter,
Rainbows and pride flags are smattered.
They smile in my face,
what a wonderful place.
But when I ask for help they all scatter.
This girl I liked was a smoker
She texted me "Come play strip-poker ;)"
I thought for a time,
Then had to decline
I didn't know how to play poker
There once was a young male squatter
with dreams of becoming a potter
But his dreams lost all sense
As he was short of pence
and he lost his hands in a clobber.
He had the worst luck in the loo
That nasty tissue always finding his shoe
Such a peculiar man
Was toilet paper walking Dan
Yet he never had a clue
A lady perched at the bar
red purse, red dress, red car
“No” she said
To each turned head
I’m an incognito star