Chel Owens challenges us to write a funny, clean limerick about “resolutions”.
Those demons look deeply demented.
Based on deeds, none of them have repented.
Resolutions to keep
Are not won on the cheap.
With such demons you’ll turn up tormented.
Unfortunately I doubt that limerick’s funny. Here’s another attempt.
How I wish I could make resolutions
That would stick when they’re stuck in solutions
When solutions go weak
Resolutions will streak
At the cost of some nasty pollutions.
And that limerick doesn’t make any sense. Here’s another attempt.
Every plan I attempt goes to pot.
Every dream I cook up has a spot.
May resolve in some way,
But they’re not, though, the kind that I’ve got.
And so I give up my resolution to write a limerick.
Linked to A Mused Poetry Contest.