Limerick Friday #31

There once was an inventor who was real bored
He assembled a white dress and thought he had scored
But he didn’t get his way
Because his monster didn’t stay
And he’s stuck tinkering with a broken down ford.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I’ve been searching for ways
To manage my waste.
I don’t want to create a scene
I want to do it with taste.

Maybe I’ll take it to an island
And color the shores green and yellow,
It might trigger a native revolt
But I’d hope the hippies would be mellow.

If I run out of room
Anytime soon
I’ll just shoot it to the moon
And be back to tango by noon.

Then if the earth rises a degree
You won’t be able to place the blame on me.