I’ve learned a good deal since blogging. For one, I’ve learned from reading other blogs. Thank you for that, folks. You’re most appreciated. Well, the latter part of the summer, I discovered what flash fiction was all about. In February, I began writing 100-word stories. Since then, I’ve produced, well, a mini book of them.
Being in transition at present, I’ve discovered this type of poetry called limericks. To give you the mini skinny on it, if you don’t know already, a limerick is “a kind of witty, humorous, nonsense poem.” It’s said that “the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene and essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function.”
I’ve composed a few limericks to share with you. I’m sure I’ve broken a few rules. Regardless, I think of these as sorta like rhymes in a Mother Goose book, only on a blog. For grown folk. Ready? Here we go…
It was a clear and starry night in June
That Clara Mae’s brain went out of tune.
She stripped to the core of her nakedness;
Had the neighborhood in uproar and unrest.
Oh me, oh my, what a loon.
Felicity couldn’t stand to wish no more;
She purchased a toy johnson from the store.
Soon after, she fell in love to marry.
She named the johnson Good Ole Larry,
Suffice to say, Felicity kept happy like a ten-dollar whore.
Otis wasn’t what you’d call a proper man,
So when he met up with this woman named Jan,
He was ready to bed her in an instant.
Naturally, to this, she was resistant
Til he stuck a wad of cash in her hand.
Goodness, gracious and amighty,
Beulah was stacked but so damn flighty.
She’d go, “Huh” and “Duh” when called her name.
Damn ditty damn, what a ditsy dame;
Then one day, she said her name was Heidi.
Georgie was a man getting up in age;
The good sex years, he’d long turned the page.
He began popping the little happy pill
To gain back years of thrill.
Ole Georgie busted his zipper like a tiger from a cage.