The Mis-Adventures of Three Silly Boys
This is a real story. But the names have been changed to protect the innocent. LOL
BTW the leather is short for Dad's belt.
This is the fourth limerick I have written in two weeks. That's enough I think!
#2021
Once upon a time there lived a som… He married a young lady who is a s… She talks incessantly while asleep While nightly he’s on a walking tr… They lived not unhappy for at nigh…
Not a Sonnet I was alone in the house, Saturda… About to nap; opted instead to be… The theme or the story? That I kn… A tragic tale; or newlyweds on a h…
The people we love The ones closest to our hearts Make life worth living They brighten the darkest days And make rainbows out of grays
Purplish summer haze Nebulous faraway hills Watery mirage Hot sweltering day Atop the giant oak tree
Yes, he’s smart, way smarter than… Not me of course; though that’s de… But now he’s departed to the other… A deep sadness I feel; it’s unavo… Rivals we weren’t, but we could ha…
We said our goodbyes Tight hugs and vacuum kisses While she slept soundly We had a great time For us to see her again
From her hands the sun, The wisdom of the ages From her lips they flow In my universe Her words are nuggets of truth
Great to be wrong, once in a while When in people we see some good Though we expect deceit and guile And rather than the truth, falseho… Gratifying to be surpris’d
Touch his face, she did lovingly Though his cheeks rough with scrag… She gazed at him fondly adoringly But from her eyes lonely tears app… She caressed his frigid and bony h…
Blue skies white clouds radiant su… Blue ocean cool breeze white sand Beach chair umbrella sunshades Bikinis in the main strand Beer ice cold in the cooler
Few thousand miles swallows travel Twice a year in mass migration To party somewhere temperate Avoid winter hibernation The swallows leave Capistrano
I looked and chose a thick one Tossed it sideways into the water Grimacing; sticking out my tongue One, two… Quickly, it goes under… Then she looks around, a flat one
the movers came today; three short, muscled guys one by one they carried all of his possession… to the yellow truck,
within him a monster clamoring to come out from slight, hurt, anger where all beasts sprout a fiend he must conquer
I locked the past in a little box Hidden in a corner of my mind Around it, a yellow ribbon That someone left behind... Sometimes, I go and open it