A Helpful Hint

Photo from Google Images

For those young men seeking romance,
Good looks don't just happen by chance.
If you want to impress,
I cannot overstress:
Remember to pull up your damned pants!


~~~ This was written for the prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking us to write about our pet peeve.  I can’t even begin to tell you how crazy sagging pants make me!  I’m also linking this up for Open Link Monday over at IGWRT since I’m just a wee bit late with this offering.

A Limerick on the Waning Days of the Poem a Day Challenge

A small problem is starting to show
As I reach a new writing plateau.
     From inspiration drought
     I am suffering a bout,
And it’s ruining my poetic flow.

Limericks

A poet who lived in Odell

Wound up trapped in a lyrical hell,

Oh, the rhyme scheme and meter

Are certain to beat her

While attempting her first villanelle.

There was an old man named McDougal

Who spent his time hunting on Google.

His internet history

Would spark quite a mystery,

He’s Googling bugles and kugel.

Our resident demon dog, Cheech

Our hyper young doggie named Cheech

Is proving to be hard to teach.

If his signals we miss,

On most anything he’ll piss,

Good thing I’m well stocked up on bleach!

Current Events (In Limerick Form)

A governor from Illinois,

Caught being a very bad boy,

Sent off on “vacation”

For incarceration,

And his stylist is now unemployed.

The Prez turned down the pipeline for oil,

And the voter’s blood started to boil.

As their gas prices rise,

There’s a fire in their eyes

As to fill their tanks, harder they toil.

Congress faces a huge budget gap

With spending they can’t seem to cap.

If they can’t plug that hole,

When we stand at the poll,

Let’s all give them an electoral slap.

My Worst Nightmare

I’m grateful whenever life grants
A reason for a victory dance,
       But this day of my dreams
       Is just not what it seems.
I’m in public without any pants!

A Limerick for my Muse

Die Muse Kallipe - Leonhard Kern

I was cursed with a quite stubborn muse
Who constantly gives me the blues.
     When poetic inspiration
     Departs on vacation,
My writer’s pride always gets bruised.

Mental Pause

I find that as I’m getting older,

My body just keeps getting colder,

       And the temperature clashes

       That come with hot flashes,

Can make my tranquility smolder