Higgledy-Piggledy
I know of a man name of Triggledy,
He loves straight and shudders at wiggledy.
He makes ducks swim in rows,
Demands rhythm for prose,
But his rhymes are all higgledy piggledy.
Category: Limerick Friday
Try Again
Sweet Idella didn’t wish to be devious,
Yet approaching the New Year was tedious.
Her only solutions,
For new resolutions,
Was to reprint what wasn’t met previous.
Chancy Nancy
If one hears a story from Nancy,
It will surely be riddled with fancy.
She’s a poet of sorts,
But the truth she purports,
Is in general thought of as chancy.
Ever in Joyful Song
Little Belle has a hymn that she sings,
She wouldn’t trade it for loftier things.
She’s inclined to ignore,
Her distinction as poor,
And grows rich on the joy her song brings.
Garbage In, Garbage Out
A seldom wrong teacher named Gripe,
Ate spoiled fruit he called ripe.
As his innards would churn,
He was stubborn to learn,
And appended his menu with tripe.
Holiday Let-Down
Sweet June with her great expectation,
Labored weeks on the feast preparation.
Days spent on looking,
Hours on cooking,
Mere minutes on real celebration.
Bitterness Sown
A girl who was sad and forlorn,
Cupped her hands ore the heart that was torn,
She protected it well,
As her countenance fell,
And her life traded flower for thorn.
Cold Gold
A stingy man known as Tom Gold,
Was not young, nor was he old.
He scrounged and he saved,
But missed what he craved,
And he died all alone in the cold.
Worms, Germs, and Verse
Spike Smith had a menu criteria,
His food had to drip with bacteria,
He topped veggies with germs,
Garnished soup with earthworms,
It’s no wonder he died of diphtheria.
It’s Not the Scissors that are Dull, & Mary Mary Giveaway Winner Announced
A boy without much in his skull,
Found his finances hushed in a lull,
He tried cutting grass,
But gave up at last,
When his scissors had gotten too dull.