Perhaps It's the Season
I've been writing limericks and other fun poems lately. It's stress-free writing and so enjoyable!
As Agent James Bond, Sean Connery Was gorgeous but always quite onery With lovely blue eyes, he was every girl's spy You can count me as one of them, honestly.
I loved a young fellow named Ed
Who I took every night to my bed
Together we ate cauliflower and bread
Till the smell was so bad my Ed fled
My daughter was born in a day
She came on the 14th of May
She never would work; she's a bit of a jerk
The result of a romp in the hay. (with apologies to my lovely, professional daughter)
Mary Ellen was a nurse
Who had a gun inside her purse
When patients moaned or screamed in pain
She shot them first with Novocaine.
Willie was a careless lad
He didn't care if he was bad
He tied his siter to a tree
and took a bat and broke her knee.
Little Willie such a mess
Spoiled his sister's wedding dress
When she caught him by the cuff
She cut his little fingers off.
There once was a poet named Pat
Couldn't write her way out of a hat
But she stumbled along making rhymes into song
although no one appreciated that.