Tag: limerick

  • Haze

    It feels like I am going crazy  When everything becomes hazy  I want to be called a mother  And give a life to your brother  Maybe I should, instead, plant a daisy 

  • Know

    No one needs to know  Anything about the show  He had already made up his mind  And could pretend to be kind  By learning how to go with the flow 

  • Baking

    After the pie exploded  He realized the instructions were coded  By not reading directions  He missed the obvious connections  Not knowing the boss was loaded 

  • Explorer

    He always thought himself an explorer  When really he as a very loud snorer  He needed to sit and decompress  To get better at chess  Then he could become an adorer 

  • Sing

    Forget I said anything  Maybe pretend I can sing  I need to tell a story  And all its love and glory  Could maybe be better than a bee sting 

  • Sins

    Writing poetry for my sins  Was like sitting on top of pins  Everyone wanted me to stop  But that would only happen when I did pop  Or grew a pair of fins 

  • Fears

    In the last fifteen years  He never learned anything about beers  After all this time tending bar  He could barely light a cigar  Which did nothing to dampen his fears 

  • Martyr

    She called herself a martyr  But one that was a ferocious non-starter  On the eve of her death  She was determined to take one last deep breath  Then ran to catch her charter 

  • Swinging

    When I first saw the swing set  I wondered how high I could get  All I wanted was to fly  And tell everyone hi and goodbye  So I can go and buy a baguette 

  • Painting

    I wanted to paint the kitchen red  My mother told me I was out of my head  It was my favorite color  I loved it like no other  I only wanted to get into bed.