Love and a cough cannot be hid. ~Proverb
There once was a saucy butterfly
Who clung to a bush by and by
He fluttered his wings
And did everything
To catch a pretty miss’s eye.
Note: Poetry form is Limerick.
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International Sheltie Day
Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have. ~William Arthur Ward, American motivational writer
There once was a day so grand
It was honored all over the land.
With a Sheltie or two
You’ll never be blue
And love you’ll always command.
Note: Poetry form is Limerick (which I haven’t written in ages!). Today, June 1, is International Sheltie Day. The Monk insisted we recognize the occasion this year — he’s demanding good treats and extra belly scratches.
A Trio of Verses
Put all your faith in poets. You will find few others to share Beauty with you; and it cannot be borne alone. ~Christopher Morley, American journalist, novelist, essayist, and poet
The Toad:
There once was a toad so black
With warts upon his back
He hopped around
With nary a sound
Looking for something to snack.
The Cicada:
Cicadas seem to have vanished
Into the sunset, or wherever they go,
Crawling deep into the earth’s underground
And hibernating for several decades.
Don’t worry, they’ll be back eventually
And announce their presence with loud fanfare!
The Stag Beetle:
When
I was
Out walking
The Monk, we saw
This immense beetle
Chilling on the sidewalk.
I stopped to get his picture.
Shivering at getting too close
To his wicked pincers and finding
Myself captured by those strong mandibles.
Note: First poem is a Limerick; second is Acrostic; third is Etheree.
‘Bout Time They Arrived!
There once was a bug with red eyes.
Below ground it grows and lies.
It sheds its shell
On a tree it does dwell.
After mating, the cycle will reprise.
Note: Poetry form is Limerick.
Busy as a Bee
Take time to smell the roses and eventually you’ll inhale a bee. ~Author unknown
There once was a bee who did think
From flowers he could steal a long drink.
He chose one and got busy
But left in a tizzy
Without siphoning any of the pink.
Note: This poetic form is Limerick (which I haven’t written in a long time!)
Writing Drought
There’s only one person who needs a glass of water oftener than a small child tucked in for the night, and that’s a writer sitting down to write. ~Mignon McLaughlin, American journalist and author
My writing muse has taken flight,
Her disappearance is a fright.
No work in stages,
No counting of pages.
I swear, this just doesn’t feel right.
The drought will pass, or so I’m told,
No need for me myself to scold.
The muse will come back;
I’ll give her no flack
When a manuscript I unfold!
Overcoming Adversity
Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant. ~Horace, Roman poet
There once was a snapdragon so red
It cared not where it laid its head.
It took root in some stones
Despite all my groans
And now is starting to spread.
Pandemic Limericks
Adversity introduces a man to himself. ~Author Unknown
No adversity or social distancing here — I’m just a Robin looking for my lunch (and maybe a mate!)
There once was a germ so scary
We saw it afar and grew wary.
We learned it could kill
And that gave us a chill.
We couldn’t afford to tarry.
We scrambled for supplies at the stores
And hastened to lock our front doors.
We washed our hands clean
And watched as the scene
Unfolded across our land’s shores.
Suddenly new terms arose
Coined by those who were pros —
Social distancing,
Economic dwindling.
Anxiety abounds, panic grows.
‘Is this the new normal?’ we ask
As we fasten our protective mask.
Working from home,
Protecting our genome,
What a time-consuming task.
It bears repeating, this refrain.
The truth is oh, so plain —
Our hands we will wash.
This germ we will squash,
And then we can live again.
Filling the Eye
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. ~Walt Whitman, American poet
There once was a tall yellow flower
Who announced it received the power
To attract fuzzy bees
Without making them sneeze
And humans to become less dour.
Avoiding Confrontation
He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American poet and philosopher
A healthy respect for a goose
In the open and walking around loose
Is a wise path, it would seem
For they can be mean
Especially when it’s one versus deuce!
Note: This is another Limerick. I saw these birdies outside a shopping mall recently. Quite defensive over their territory (might there have been a nest nearby?), they’re BIG creatures (almost waist-high!) and can be intimidating with their hisses, open mouths, and bold approaches. Didn’t Shakespeare write, ‘Discretion is the better part of valor’?!
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