An old woman who’d filed for divorce
From a golfer who talked himself hoarse,
Watched her longwinded spouse
Rant and endlessly grouse,
Then replied, “This is par for the course.”
Archive for September, 2026
The Talker (Limerick)
Monday, September 28th, 2026Bogged Down Brain (Limerick)
Sunday, September 27th, 2026My 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.
The Rager (Limerick)
Saturday, 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)
Thursday, 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)
Tuesday, 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)
Tuesday, 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)
Sunday, 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)
Thursday, 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)
Wednesday, 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)
Tuesday, 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)
Monday, 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)
Friday, 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)
Wednesday, 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.
