Easter Ellen

There once lived a dim-witted Simon Known as the sweet simple pieman Though he spoke very plain And never’d complain His pies were the best in the highlands

You judge that this man’s barely sane Very haughtily you sneer with disdain You raise your nose to this rube He’s no more than a boob Yet he is the one...

There was an old hag named suspicious Who really could be quite malicious She rants and she raves With the trouble she craves She can only be seen as seditious

Once common to hold open the door For those behind you when entering a store Now the doors slam shut Rage forms in your gut Question; has nobody manners no more?

From the writing challenge Blogging from A – Z Challenge for the month of April. D – Determined There lived a young girl; stubborn, headstrong and firm Her mom called her relentless,...

I thought that I would take up Esther Newton on her challenge to write a limerick about writing. I sat with my pencil and paper Creativity gone like a vapour Then thoughts...