I’m amazed that my husband can eat
Canned sardines. (Hubby swears they’re a treat!)
Just a miniscule dose
Of their smell, oh so gross,
Makes me nauseous; NOT puking’s a feat!
Archive for August, 2025
A Fishy Limerick
Sunday, August 31st, 2025Creativity Unawakened (Limerick)
Friday, August 22nd, 2025I’m awakened; I’m eager to write.
But my thoughts are all scattered and trite.
“Where’d my muse go,” I cry.
“Has my wit-well gone dry?”
I scan prompts, sigh, and call it a night.
Haiku Switcheroo (Limerick)
Sunday, August 17th, 2025This limerick was inspired by a discussion on Bluesky about poets flouting haiku rules:
Haiku-Mavens have frequently said:
“Just get five-seven-five in your head.”
I do try — I’m no jerk!
But it often won’t work.
So I switch to a lim’rick instead.
Jumbled Limerick
Thursday, August 7th, 2025My poor brain is all jumbled. I’m wired.
I can’t sleep, though I’m terribly tired.
I just caught myself mumbling
Some rhyme words and grumbling.
In limerick fumbling I’m mired.
