Archive for the ‘Behavior & Personality’ Category

Flowery Compliment? (Limerick)

Sunday, March 1st, 2026

The old idiom “fresh as a daisy”
Always strikes me as odd, even crazy.
No one’s used it for me,
And I’m glad, cuz I’d see
Wilting plants, looking shriveled and lazy.

Limerick Obsession

Saturday, February 28th, 2026

Penning lim’ricks each day’s an obsession.
If I don’t at least try, a depression
Will most probably hit.
So those rhymes must be writ
And have wit, unlike this, my confession.

Workplace Blues (Limerick)

Wednesday, February 18th, 2026

As always, Kirk felt overworked,
Well aware lazy co-workers lurked,
Poised with plans to persuade ‘im
To “just this once” aide ’em
With the mountainous caseload they shirked.

The “Shadowy” Neighbor (Limerick)

Sunday, February 1st, 2026

A “shadowy” fellow named Mel
Seemed so “odd,” no one dared ring his bell.
All his neighbors suspected
Shy Mel was “connected” …
And predicted he’d soon dwell in hell.

Doomscrolling Limerick

Saturday, January 24th, 2026

Though I shouldn’t, I doomscroll each day,
Which is NOT a great way to feel gay.
So I’m frequently gloomy.
My fault? Yes, so sue me!
I’ll stop when those fiends go away.

Wordy Limerick

Tuesday, September 9th, 2025

Certain words are so dull to their core,
They induce me to beg: “Please, no more!”
“Nonetheless” makes me sore.
I’ll go further — full bore:
Let’s take “furthermore.” Say it? I’ll snore!

The Hoarder (Limerick)

Friday, July 25th, 2025

Keeping order’s impossibly hard
When your husband, a hoarder, stands guard
To ensure “priceless” crap’s
Not thrown out while he naps.
So my odds of success? Not one shard!

The Flunky (Limerick)

Saturday, June 28th, 2025

A young man who’s employed as a flunky
For a funky, eccentric old junky,
Is often confused
And even bemused
By commands like: “Make things dory-hunky.”

NOT “Mr. Personality” (Limerick)

Saturday, May 31st, 2025

An old man (who just died) was an ass;
Rather nasty and given to sass.
He, alas, wasn’t tactful.
His gibes were impactful.
(NOT packed full — his funeral Mass.)

The Naïf (Limerick)

Wednesday, May 14th, 2025

“You’re too trusting! Stop being naive!
You’ve been conned. You’re a snap to deceive.
I can tell from one look
That your boyfriend’s a crook.
Your credulity’s hard to believe!”

Bad Audition (Limerick)

Tuesday, May 13th, 2025

A fine actress who’d hoped for the lead
In an upcoming film failed to heed
The advice from her spouse,
Who had warned, “Never grouse
At auditions and don’t read on speed!”

Clutter Conflict (Limerick)

Tuesday, April 8th, 2025

An old fellow who’d putter all day
Would refuse to throw refuse away.
When his wife tried to deal
With his clutter, he’d squeal
As he rescued his rubbish array.

The Pissed-Off Boss (Limerick)

Sunday, April 6th, 2025

“You are constantly spouting some beef,”
Said his boss. “It’s non-stop. No relief!
Your complaints (mostly petty)
Don’t stick. They’re spaghetti.
Do your job and stop giving me grief!”

NOT A “Party Gal!” (Limerick)

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2025

For some inexplicable reason, tomorrow (April 3) is World Party Day.

Large festivities aren’t my scene.
I’m a hermit, at heart, and not keen
On behavior vivacious,
Flirtatious, or gracious.
Yes, NOT being seen has its sheen.

Boorish Limerick

Saturday, March 29th, 2025

An old boor who believes that he’s hot
Is considered decidedly NOT.
He’s called “too cool for school”
And an “arrogant fool
With less charm than your average bot.”

Haiku Trio

Monday, January 6th, 2025

My Wordy Admission (Limerick)

Friday, December 27th, 2024

I’ll admit it: I’m one of those nerds
Who enjoy learning obsolete words,
Like “forswunk” which (I’m told)
Means exhausted. I’m old
And yes being forswunk’s for the birds.

The Shrieker (Limerick)

Friday, May 17th, 2024

A young woman who talks a blue streak,
Has a voice that’s a maddening shriek.
But although she is yappy,
Her hubby seems happy.
(It must help that the man’s an antique.)

My Skewed Views (Limerick)

Friday, May 10th, 2024

When instructed to “Look over there”
At an elephant, artwork, or chair,
I will look the wrong way,
At some other display.
Will I see what I’m meant to see? Ne’er!

I don’t mean to look elsewhere, I swear.
Yet perversely, I can’t help but stare
To the left, when the right’s
Where I might see the sights
That my hubby’s attempting to share.

Hyper Pete (Limerick)

Wednesday, May 8th, 2024

“I’m exhausted,” said Pete. “Must unwind
And relax, to escape from the grind.
I’ve been moving non-stop.
On a couch I should plop,
But I can’t: That’s not how I’m inclined!”