Category: limerick

Superstition can see things, portentous
But there’s nothing at all could prevent us,
From taking a leap into joy and our lives,
Like great people becoming husbands and wives,
On the eve of a day so momentous.

I’ll envy a clean and well ordered list,
Jealous of freedom in secretive trysts,
Yet life can be messy and not at all clear,
So many things but one is sincere,
I do not envy you your trip to the dentist.

In a sad and desperate waning felicity
Forced to live in great simplicity
There is but so much I can get done
And cannot have my usual fun
When I wake to no electricity