While the fairy was growing her tail
And the ogre was drooling a wail
There’s that troll up on top
Of the dragon. We stop
To enjoy all that’s solid yet frail.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 36: Fairytale.
The Dragon Trusts They’ll Take Care of the Cave
No dragon could trust his household
Was safe from a damsel so bold,
From a knight far too bright,
Over-itching to fight,
So he moved and removed all his gold.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 35: Trust.
Happy Limerick
The sky is as blue as it’s sweet
And the birds up above love to tweet
And the grass is as green
As this limerick’s clean
Bathed in sky from its head to its feet.
Photo by Frank Hubeny, “A Flow of Green Hearts”
Why the Dragon Lives Alone
A dragon deserves a dark friend
But that damsel is on the light end
And her knight loves to fight
Not for wrong but for right.
There’s his gold, dark, and he can pretend.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 31: Friendship.
Smelly
Scary monsters love to smell
Like scary people do
And that is why I hold my nose
Expecting it is true,
But when they stare at me I find
Their stench is not as bad
As those sharp teeth and wicked eyes,
Those mercilessly mocking cries.
I laugh. It drives them mad.
Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shape Shifting 13 #64 Writing Challenge. Prompt: “What is that smell?”
Any Extreme Is Delightful
Coffee I’d drink hot or cold.
My life I’ve enjoyed young or old
And that wonderful air!
It feels good every where
Whether timid or a tad bit too bold.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 30: Antonyms.
Running Off to My Time Machine
Going backward in time could be fun
But the past seems too old. It is done.
And that future caress
Will not feel any less
If I wait patiently and don’t run.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 29: Time Travel.
Glad He Liked It
Some humor shines best when it’s sunny.
Others want rain thick and runny.
We’re soaked when the skies
Shed big tears through God’s eyes
From His laughter. He thought we were funny.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 28: Rain.
The Worm as Existential Dilemma
While a worm writhes in pain on a hook
There are fish who’ll stop by for a look
And then one of them may
Choose to go all the way:
Free the worm and get sent to the cook.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 25: Humor.
As Despair Grew Weary of Despair
Once upon a time in a wood
Where a brook flowed and ancient trees stood
It was dark with despair
Then a rose blossomed there
Through its thorns bringing hope where it could.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 24: Once Upon a Time.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 