I’ve rather enjoyed the attempts at sombre limericks of late and being a little pushed for time to write this week they still give me chance to write as they don’t take long.
Today I’d like to explore the frailty of our existence. through the medium of limerick.
So here you go, another 4…though these will be the last for some time as they’re getting rather dark and a bit weird if I’m being honest.
A lass I once worked with called Jane
Had a tumour removed from her brain
She went to celebrate
Thinking yeah this is great
But got hit on way home by a train
My friend knew a girl, quite the dancer
Really hot so he thought he’d romance her
Woo’d her hard, they got wed
Had two kids then dropped dead
Nobody knew she’d brain cancer
Mum loved chicken and steak, cheese and bread
Quite often ate cake in her bed
Scoffing chocolate and sweeties
Got real fat, diabetes
Lost 3 toes then one summer fell dead
Old dame lived alone in a flat
Had no family or friends fancy that
Fell, banged her head on the ground
3 weeks ’till she was found
Decomposed, face chewed off by her cat
Want to read more of my stuff? No. Don’t blame you, no offence taken.