Written on June 1, 2012
Inspired by my friend, Chris
Entered in one of the Destroyer Poet Limerick Contests
There once was a sweet lady named Chris.
Was a Mrs., but looked like a Miss.
So skillful and strong.
No task took her long.
She was done in a flick of your wrist.
While others were scratching their heads
And confused because of what was just said.
Her solution was right
Resulting from mental might.
Ever humble, she helped as a friend.
Note: Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection