Ilene Bauer Poet Limerick

Covered in Ice

The windshield was covered in ice
And warming it wouldn’t suffice,
So my husband and I,
With the scrapers, did try
To remove it, attacking it twice.

With the engine turned on for some heat,
We made progress, out there in the street.
As the melting ice dripped
I knew we were equipped
With the tools for the job to complete.

I got cold so my husband said Go!
He continued to scrape like a pro
‘Til the car was so clean
We need not intervene
Until Nature delivers more snow.

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Andrea Dietrich January 18, 2024 at 11:51 PM You really have the limerick beat. One of soup:s best limerick writers you are Jan Allison January 19, 2024 at 12:05 AM Agreed Andrea and Ilene was kind enough to leave a review of my book ... in limerick form! i was so thrilled when i read it, it made my day:-)

Gershon Wolf January 18, 2024 at 7:39 PM My heroes! Sigh. ~ Woody Windshield Wiper

Terry Flood January 18, 2024 at 3:28 PM Definite brownie points there, Ilene. I can’t abide those numpties that drive with a tiny porthole cleared in their icy screens. So that’s 10/10 for safety consciousness and 10/10 for your smashing depiction.

Anne-Lise Andresen January 18, 2024 at 7:30 AM - We get a large sum to pay, if we are caught by the police ... with a bad view, Ilene - Be careful :) - hugs

Jan Allison January 17, 2024 at 1:57 PM Only you could make de icing the car into such a wonderful string of limericks Ilene:-) We are just experiencing snowy conditions but thankfully not enough to have to scrape the snow off the windscreen -though we have to travel to the other end of the Island for a hospital appointment tomorrow - hubby was offered a cancellation .. i think someone was aware of the forecast lol but we will still go as hopefully the snow will have melted by the afternoon:-)hugs jan xx

Hilda Greenhough January 17, 2024 at 1:19 PM How cute. The last line sums it up. Let's be grateful it turns into water, or we will be complaining again. Thanks for this journey you undertook. I enjoyed it.