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.
Another, Apologetically:
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.
Missed Hint
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
squatter
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.
Dan
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
Too Bright
A lady perched at the bar
red purse, red dress, red car
“No” she said
To each turned head
I’m an incognito star
Awake The Rapper
Yet another, this Fourth of July
leaving a nation wondering why.
Gun type and ammo to blame?
One more lost boy seeking fame?
Face tats a mentally disturbed cry?