Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Maybe on Tuesdays
I’ll just post doodles.
Or on slow news days
I’ll just sing carols.

Sometimes a muse will dry
Like tundra or a Midwest well.
But as long as I don’t watch TV
My symptoms won’t be fatal.

So now I’ll think of food
Like Swedish fish or Jimmy Dean.
If that doesn’t lift my mood,
I’ll think of my queen.

Limerick Friday #30

There once was a femme who was dragged through the street
A parade had been planned but she couldn’t keep to her feet
She sprouted a wing
And heard the crowd sing
You can stop her but she’ll never be beat