I Am A Poet, and Boy Do I Know It

I am, once again, participating in Mama Kat’s weekly writing assignment.

I chose:

1.) Write a limerick.

I actually had to look up “limerick” on Wikipedia, since I had no idea what it was.  (I figured maybe it was a play on “rhyme” and “lyric?”  Not so much.)

A limerick is a poem with 5 lines, a specific rhyming pattern, and some syllable requirements…yada, yada. 

It is a little complicated to explain, you may have to look it up too if you want to know more.  Or, you can just trust me.

FYI, they are also usually kind of naughty.  Mine aren’t- my Dad reads this blog after all, and we like to pretend that I am still pure and virginal.

You know the poem, “There Once Was A Man From Nantucket?”  Well, that was a limerick.

 

Since I am an over-achiever, I wrote two.

Enjoy:

  

1) Mirrors Don’t Lie

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Today as I passed by a mirror,

the size of my rump became clearer.

It was once a small bump,

is it still called a “rump?”

To call it a “HOUSE” would be nearer.

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2) The Day My Milk Came In

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I was stacked up like Pamela Lee;

to my husband’s (temporary) glee.

They started to leak,

he let out a shriek!

For the next 10 months he let them be.