My poor memory’s often befogged,
Cuz by info inane it’s been clogged.
Though bogged down, it tries hard,
But its fact-finding’s marred:
It can’t even find stuff that I’ve blogged.
Bogged Down Brain (Limerick)
September 27th, 2026The Rager (Limerick)
September 26th, 2026A young fellow who hungered for power
Almost always looked angry; He’d glower
And he’d rage, then just stare,
But when met with a glare,
The poor delicate flower would cower.
Happy National Punctuation Day! (Limerick)
September 24th, 2026“Exclamation points ought to be rare,”
Said a writer, who’d forcefully share
All his adamant views
Which, unwelcomed, drew boos.
“Use them sparingly! Better yet . . . ne’er!”
The Hoarder (Limerick)
September 22nd, 2026A disorganized hoarder named Bobby
Is divorced from a woman whose hobby
Is undoing disorder.
What happened? He bored her . . .
Plus EVEN for HER he’s TOO SLOBBY!
The Felon (Limerick)
September 22nd, 2026A felon was caught and convicted
Of serious acts interdicted.
After serving his time
He arranged for “sublime
Sweet revenge,” not the least bit conflicted.
The Arguer (Limerick)
September 20th, 2026A talkative fellow who’ll jaw
About politics, science, and law,
Mostly has his facts wrong,
But starts arguments, long . . .
Which he “wins” via men made of straw.
Close Call (Limerick)
September 17th, 2026An odd fellow who fell off a ledge,
Had been saved by an overgrown hedge.
“I was stoned. Tried to fly,”
Said the grateful young guy.
“Guess those drugs really are ‘bleeding edge.'”
Not A-Mused? (Limerick)
September 9th, 2026There are times when I feel so inspired,
Rhymes erupt from my brain, and I’m wired.
Ev’ry prompt (word or phrase)
Sets me off, mind ablaze.
(This ain’t one of those days; muse seems tired.)
The Bad Boss (Limerick)
September 8th, 2026“My new boss is a scurrilous hound,”
Said a gal, “and his mind is unsound.
Though I’m yearning to thwart him
And long to report him . . .
The last tattler’s no longer around.”
False Accusations (Limerick)
September 7th, 2026Said an author, “My rep has been soiled!
And my writing’s been tarnished; Life roiled!
My AI use is pure!
I just want to ensure
That my work’s not by typos despoiled.”
Stately Clues (Limerick)
September 4th, 2026I have noticed that folks at the helm
Of the NYT “Daily Games” realm
Will include (at least lately)
In clues the word “stately” . . .
For the tiny (3-letter) great “ELM.”
Is Drone Delivery All Wet? (Limerick)
September 2nd, 2026“Amazon drone drops package into swimming pool”
If you long for deliv’ry by drone,
And your yard has a pool, make this known,
Else your package might drown
When the drone throws it down
And it sinks like an overpriced stone.
Underpaid Limerick
August 29th, 2026An industrious woman named Valerie
Earns a shockingly miniscule salary.
She has Ivy degrees:
Two “fine arts” PhDs.
You have guessed it: She works at a gallery.
A Difficult Patient (Limerick)
August 27th, 2026“I must find a new doc for my back.
I need pain pills! Instead, I get flack:
Claims I hunch when I sit.
The guy DOESN’T know shit!
I’ve a hunch my damn doctor’s a quack!”
Yet Another Insomnia Limerick
August 26th, 2026I find falling asleep rather hard.
And my staying asleep-skills are marred.
I wake up cuz I’m cold
Or I’m hot . . . and/or old . . .
Plus a word-obsessed, rhyme-ridden bard.
The Misunderstanding (Limerick)
August 23rd, 2026“My new bride’s not just shy; She’s aloof.
So we don’t share a bed, or a roof.
Seems ‘I need my own space’
Means she wants her own place:
An unfortunate messaging goof.”
Love-Sick? (Limerick)
August 22nd, 2026“I am desp’rate to chill and unwind
And escape from a terrible bind.
I need help from above,
For I’ve met my true love . . .
But I’m stumped by her razor-sharp mind.”
Foul Food (Limerick)
August 20th, 2026Said the gal, what the hell is this dish?
I requested a kasha knish.
This crap that you brought
Is NOT what I bought.
It’s a far diff’rent kettle of fish.
The Complaint (Limerick)
August 17th, 2026Said the man to his lawyer, “That bitch
Of a wife wed me just cuz I’m rich.
She will spend till I’m broke
And she won’t let me toke,
So I think it’s high time for a switch.”
Forked Path (Limerick)
August 14th, 2026At a fork in the road, one must choose
Which direction to take — WIN or LOSE.
Bearing left might be right,
Or might not. Hence the height
Of confusion, distress, and/or booze.
