TRY WRITING A LIMERICK

 

How are you dealing with all of the stuff going on in your world right now?

Have you tried writing a limerick?

Here are some samples to get you going.

 

A painter who came from Great Britain

Hailed a lady who sat with her knittin’.

He remarked with a sigh,

“that park bench—well, I

Just painted it, right where you’re sittin.”

 

 

There was an old monk from Siberia

Whose existence grew drearier and drearier.

Till he broke from his cell

And with a super-loud yell

Eloped with the Mother Superior.

 

 

A goddess capricious is Fame.

You may strive to make noted your name.

But she either neglects you

Or coolly selects you

For laurels distinct from your aim!

 

 

No matter how grouchy you’re feeling,

You’ll find that a limerick is healing.

It grows in a wreath

All around the front teeth

Thus preserving the face from congealing.

 

 

 

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