Ilene Bauer Poet Limerick

A Sizeable Story

A clairvoyant, who wasn’t too tall,
Got involved in an ill-fated brawl.
His predictions fell flat
And his client, quite fat,
Threw him head-first right into a wall.

When he managed to finally stand,
There was somehow a knife in his hand,
Which he used for one thrust;
Then, avoiding a bust,
He escaped, like it somehow was planned.

When the cops arrived, someone in charge
Did explain what occurred to the sarge;
So in minutes, the police
Sent an all-points release:
There’s a medium, small, who’s at large.

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Andrea Dietrich February 24, 2026 at 3:19 PM Very clever. The last line is hilarious

Hannah Borke February 23, 2026 at 5:06 AM This was fun. I’m never too old to learn a new vocabulary word. Thanks for clairvoyant. It seems to me you aspired for a write that includes small, medium, and large in one line. You did it expertly, though I think the last line was your first.

Paul Bell February 22, 2026 at 1:26 PM He never saw that coming. Or maybe he did, our Sid.