Meanderings and mutterings. Cats. Garden. Weather.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Limerick
Or, why I don't write poetry, but my defences are all down the drain.
I was ordered to work a night shift, like a bicycle off in a skiff so I haven't much sleep and my thoughts do they creep in search of a comfortable drift.
Ha! Because it certainly ain't poetry. True, true. Not to worry, I only do limericks. And that rarely. I blame it on my friend Vicky, and Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me. (The NPR News quiz.)
6 comments:
That's very....
unlike most of your entries?
Poor Zhoen. Hope you grab some sleep soon. As a chronic insomniac, you have my sympathy.
Well, it made me laugh, which is a good enough reason to write poetry!
The limerick is surely fine form
When life goes along in the norm.
But you need a nap,
So cut out the crap
And go find yourself a good dorm.
Oh, sheesh, that would be why I don't write poetry!
Love it.
Hope you get back on balance soon.Look after yourself, zhoen.
I think the novel is your forte, zhoen.
Ha!
Because it certainly ain't poetry. True, true. Not to worry, I only do limericks. And that rarely. I blame it on my friend Vicky, and Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me. (The NPR News quiz.)
Post a Comment