Category: Limerick Friday

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Limerick Friday. Distractions, distractions.

This one is inspired by one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems.

A wavy haired boy named Ned
felt that some of his locks should be shed
He shaved his hea…

This week’s limerick came by request. Amber is putting together a memory book of sorts for her family and it will contain a lot of nice things about her great-grandmother known affectionately as Spec.

From Amber’s descriptions over the years I think…

I almost forgot again.

Thankfully something jogged my memory a little earlier and I was able to whip up this little zinger.

There once was a girl named Corrina
She was loved in most every arena
Sweet tempered and coy
Only one thing annoyed
For…

It just struck me that it’s time for limerick Friday. I can’t believe I’ve not thought of it before now.

It’s been another beautiful Autumn day and I’ve “wasted” a few moments gazing at the yellow shower of leaves in the back yard. Rain this morning…

I once knew a man named Joe,
He was tired and sad and slow.
There was bread to be won,
There were days in the sun,
But he lived on the seed others sow.

A hole in the wall though it were,
It held something for me and for her.
A day trip with dad,
My mom apron clad,
Small towns shiver with memories we stir.

It’s hard to believe it is already Friday and hard to believe it is already 11:00! Where did my morning go?

I have one more grandparent to cover. Here she is earlier this year with my brother…sneaking a couple of worldly photographs just to make…

It is Limerick Friday and I am comfortably seated on my back porch, laptop in…well lap of course…and ready to share some limerick fun.

We are halfway through our grandparent series and ready to hit the paternal side of things. My grandfather Reub…

Had you known my dear grandma Katie,
Whose years reached 8 shy of eighty,
You could never redress,
My wish to confess,
How much I admire that lady.