Challenge
I purchased an eensy, impish little booklet on the history of the limerick and now my brain is re-enamoured of it! Write me, if you please, an elegant or saucy or precocious or cheeky or downright salty limerick about one of the following: 1) this crrrazy year, 2016, 2) anatomy (the limerick's always obvious choice!), 3) your special talent, 4) pet peeves, or 5) a location, pick any location! Ok, go, go, go. Make me proud and don't forget to TAG ME in the comments. #limericksarefun
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Viola Playing
It's a talent how bad I am at viola playing,
Sitting last chair, bow aimlessly swaying,
Pouring out effort my head actually throbs,
Sometimes playing forte to muffle my sobs,
Everyday is a testament of hope decaying.