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.

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’?!

Love … or Not!

Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance. ~Dan Greenburg, American writer

There once was a caramel-colored cat

Who discovered a lass as she sat

He snuggled up close

She thought he was gross

And that was the end of that!

 

Finally Fruition

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There once was a crepe myrtle bush
That refused to grow tall and/or lush.
I watered and fed
The seed pods turned red*
Perhaps it just needed a push!

*watermelon red

P.S. This is a limerick. This poor crepe myrtle has been moved three times now, in an effort to settle it in just the right spot. Glad I didn’t give up on it!

P.S.S. Time for a little blogging break — I’ll catch up with y’all soon!

A Quiet Snack

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There once was a squirrel so sweet
Who climbed up the house to eat.
He perched on the sill
And sat there quite still
Until it was time to repeat!

Note: Poetic form is a Limerick. This little darling scales up two stories to perch on our window sill nearly every day. He usually brings a spot of food with him, too. Just look at his tiny hands!! Domer is home for the holidays, so I’m taking a few days off to play. Merry Christmas, one and all — I’ll be back soon!