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Limericks (Day 5)


Found random words to rhyme about:

lazy, lout, pig, snout, sauerkraut.

I’ll doggerel combine,

in limerick time,

to put off scrubbing my bathroom’s tile grout.

 

That lazy Lout guzzled vermouth,

showed potbelly and looked uncouth.

A picture of sin,

with bottle of gin,

and when not drinking, he fed his sweet tooth.

 

As to a snout, little I know,

it’s needed for truffles to go.

You might ask French hog

or look at his blog,

Couch Lout’s likely viewed an animal show.

 

It might taste good but sauerkraut stinks,

spread on hot dog or sausage link.

Meat made from pig snout,

“Goes with beer,” burped Lout,

then, grease on his shirt, he died in a blink.

 

Limericks are completely done,

such silly lines but I had fun.

Now, I am sincere,

I had no Lout here,

and thanks, but no thanks, please don’t bring me one.

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What’s inside contains

the same. However,

before the journey,

to be marketed,

like people, eggs get

grouped by their color.


F-R-I-E-N-D

Fabulous,                   Funny,                            Friendly,

Responsible,                   Reconcilable.                   Ready,

Interesting,                            Inclusive,                            Ingenuous,

Expansive,                                     Empowering,                           Eccentric,

Natural,                                           Nutty,                                              Nice,

Dependable,                                          Distinctive,                    Demanding

Life: Humdrum Phenomenon


(Day 2: Face alliteration)

Affectionate, folksy farewell,

including youthful fiasco

Fresno to Frisco, then elderly

fun with a friendly finch, plus

facts on a near-forgotten

fight for freedom in France.

 

Photographed face featured

flat above phrases flippant,

or funereal, flattering, though

possibly fatuous, fashioned

by family or forever friend,

for a few lines in a newspaper.

 

Haiku prompt:water


Hangs out a pink sign
Short pants draw my attention
Dry dog needs water


When Sun took a shine to Moon,

her cheeks rouged, and lips crimsoned,

interested, he reflected.

 

They rarely saw each other,

Moon struggled to rise early,

he got tired but stayed up late.

 

Moon had never felt so hot,

but as darking time approached

Sun necessarily turned cold.

 

Clouds comforted lonely Moon,

vapors caressed her features

and tinted their pearly feathers.

 

West Wind carried Cumulus,

rosy makeup painted sky,

pale Moon stared at colorful scene.

Way to Go


You visited the city

where I have long resided,

not so easy getting ‘round,

neither one of us can drive.

 

First strolled through my neighborhood,

showed you all the grocery stores,

then, together, walked my dog,

obviously, you wanted more.

 

Had to visit those locales

in your glossy bright brochure,

places tourists must not miss,

I’d forgotten their allure.

 

We took the number 7

through areas of working class

high school kids, screaming babies,

long ride, bus did not go fast.

 

But, the Park destination,

wild woods and cultivation,

peace of Japanese gardens,

surpassed your expectations.

 

Handy to have a senior’s

pass, good for the trolley too,

Little Italy, Hillcrest,

we could have gone to the Zoo.

 

35 to Ocean Beach,

then to the Reservation

had mountain view, big buffet,

and blackjack conversation.

 

You’re home from your holiday,

happy for our excursions,

I’m glad getting where we went

worth effort of exertion.

 

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