I tried…
Writing limericks can often be hard
Just finding that perfectly rhymed word.
Like, does the phrase door hinge
Actually rhyme with orange?
Well, it is close, but alas no cigar.
Writing limericks can often be hard
Just finding that perfectly rhymed word.
Like, does the phrase door hinge
Actually rhyme with orange?
Well, it is close, but alas no cigar.
A fleeting fragment
of a thought
— a tiny sliver
of an eggshell
floating in the white
which you think
you’ve trapped
beneath your finger,
escaping every time —
and then: it’s gone.
It’s Double Jeopardy and the champ has say, $20000. The person in second has, maybe $8000. There are about 6 clues left on the board: a $2000 clue a $1600 handful of $400-$600 clues. My wife says, “champ has a lock.” I say “No. All the guy in second needs to do is finish with half as much as the champ. He can do with two correct answers.” She , “Well, it’s a lock for all intents and purposes,” Me, “No. This is Jeopardy. It *could* happen.” Most of the time it turns out to be the lock she predicted. But often enough, the person in second catches up.
It’s just very annoying.
His face like a peeled papaya;
His MAGAT base calls him "messiah."
But when put to the test
Alone and depressed
He was treated like an exiled pariah.
Lettuce (w)rap.
The Devil wears product.
A nation once proud of democracy
Got suckered in by hypocrisy.
Their conscience neglected,
The people elected
A rapist
A con-man
A felon
A moron
A bigot enthralled with autocracy.