Limerick Passion

Poetry Jaam prompts us to write about love or passion. I almost took a pass on this prompt, because I don’t like writing (or reading) mushy stuff. (Hubby Mark is our household’s designated mush-meister.) But instead of skipping it altogether, I came up with this:

Limerick Passion
By Madeleine Begun Kane

About lim’ricks, I truly have passion,
And I guess that is love, in a fashion.
Cuz to me, rhyme’s like breathing—
Without it, I’m seething.
Have compassion — don’t ask me to ration.

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8 Responses to “Limerick Passion”

  1. brian miller says:

    haha. i wont ask you to ration….i enjoy the breeze of your limericks…and the trickiness in how you bend some…keep breathing…

  2. Mary says:

    I’d say love of the limerick is definitely a passion! What amazes me is how you can keep turning them out. Smiles.

  3. {smile} a wonderful passion, indeed!

    thank you for participating at Poetry Jam!


  4. sreeja says:

    Wonderful…. you are really a genius!

  5. Helen says:

    Compassion is my middle name!!!!!

  6. RMP says:

    hmm…and you said your not good at the mushy stuff…

    the truth is you just hide it quite well within your quick whit and rhyming skills.

  7. Hoot Gibson says:

    Her passion for growing face hair
    Is clear: her cheeks are beneath it right there.
    She performs at the follies
    With clean-shaven dollies.
    But I can’t remember…just where.

    Her producer asked her to shave.
    O Lord, she how she did misbehave
    That the curtain caught fire
    Because of her ire.
    Such passion could lead to the grave.

  8. madkane says:

    Thanks so much everyone for your kind words and thanks Hoot for your clever verse!