I started to think the limerick assignment could be fun,
but my brain took me down the path of least resistance.
I see dark, dark things.
She fell, she plummeted, she dies.
Deep, dark, death though despair first.
You wanted alliteration, right?

No one really wants to read this.
Limericks are happy and light and there’s sex involved or implied.
I choose darkness.
Why can’t I write about fluffy bunnies and snow?


3 thoughts on “Limerick

  1. I didn’t really know much about Limerick poetry but after reading your post, I looked into it and decided to try one.

    Here I am a girl named Mary
    and yes I’n often quite contrary
    It’s just my life
    too much strife
    At least my legs are shaved and not hairy

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