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 that who’s refrained
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
Here in Toronto, we never san any more than the first “T”. You can always tell when someone is not from around our vast city when they pronounce it with a second “t”. In the cold city known as Toranna It’s legal to smoke marijuana Now so many are high Head somewhere in the sky Work? School? Hey, who would wanna?
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, but she would not squirm With fists balled, standing taller She’d neither blink, cry nor holler She was “determined”, in a most stubborn-like term! I decided to pick a theme for my month listing personality traits (good or bad) and… Read More
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 came in a flurry As my hands rushed to hurry My task now a delightful, new caper When my soul hit the depths of its hell I hid; cocooning myself in a shell I found paper and pen Healing balm in this… Read More