Weekend Limericks

If I think at once of all I’ve

To do, then I’ll never arrive:

It takes some denial

To get through my pile

And come out the backside alive

 

This conjures an image intestinal;

Perhaps, then, to work is just destinal —

The weekend, it’s true,

Is just more to go through;

At least, “going through” is directional —


 

(“Weekend Limericks” – 10-9-2015)

Blog Cabin

There once was a man from Montgomery
Who tired of all of the flummery;
And so he kept blogs
On his life made of logs —
That’s pretty much it. Just a summary.


 

(“Blog Cabin” – 2-12-2016)

I used to write tons of these when I was like, twelve. I should find them.
Reading this again, maybe I shouldn’t find them.