Sharing limericks by O.V. Michaelsen today. After I read these, I had the limerick rhythm going through my head all day. For some reason, I wanted to write one that rhymes "rhinoceros" and "phlebotomist," but it hasn't happened yet. Anyway, let's hear from O.V.:
These verses blew in like a storm—
Some serious, hardly the norm.
Though seldom poetic,
It’s all copacetic
To those who are fans of this form.
A frustrated friend, Thomas Dow,
Lost his wits, having fits even now.
“Don’t lend me more yarn—
I can’t mend worth a darn,”
Said Tom, as he knitted his brow.
When oceans of words overwhelm,
With only yourself at the helm,
Try planning your flight
And traveling light
To the peace of a nonverbal realm.
A lyric that nobody hums,
The melody just never comes.
I'll never repeat
The difficult feat
Of composing a suite on the drums.
Though wiser, I’m short of a sage.
I’ve waited so long for this age.
Nostalgia’s no place
To chase or embrace.
Even NOW is a quickly-turned page.
Be single? I can’t take the lull of it.
Marriage? No more push and pull of it.
Although I’m not salable,
I’ll be available.
Love is my fuel, and I’m full of it.
THE PLURAL IN PERIL
The plural of die is called “dice,”
As more than one louse are called “lice.”
“Two times?” Why not “twice?”
“Three times” should be “thrice.”
And why aren’t two blouses called “blice?”
So tall, and gives birth while she’s standing,
We watch the free-fall 6-foot landing.
A mother giraffe
And her sky-diving calf
Give you pause when your life seems demanding.
All limericks copyright O.V. Michaelsen. Posted with permission of the poet.
Irene at Live Your Poem is our Poetry Friday host today.