Limericks about the darker side of life….Today I think I shall perhaps write about sexual harassment in the work place.
The point of these? I cant remember to be honest, I think perhaps it’s turning into a defiling of the haiku form really.
Following a drunken discussion at the pub.
Limericks are so playful and whimsical and done right, usually rather funny. My aim is to do quite the opposite. How did I do?
On Mondays I like to allow myself a little more freedom from the discipline of the more structured writing schedule that I have set for myself and simply do something stupid.
>A fellow from Bangor I met Had a shirt that was soaked through with sweat As he’d been on
Today I shall sit in my chair and write a poem of despair or something deep or maybe sad but
I woke one day only to find Aliens probing my behind Imagine if you will my shock Lying undressed