Living On the Edge of Excitement

Once a habitual fellow
(who eats his oats from a bowl colored yellow)
(every day)
(it’s his way)
(He thinks of himself, “very mellow”)

while reading his poetry stew
(the words of fine folks he knew)
got all fired
up. Inspired!
and ate his oats from a bowl colored blue
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Allison Avatar
January 31, 2017 at 7:55 AM
ha ha ha:-) I try and have my oats every morning ... in porridge of course lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:08 AM
peas porridge hot? peas porridge cold? Same old story. So I'm told. Hey, there outta be a lim'rik in there somewhere;-)
Hoffman Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 8:14 PM
Made me chuckle John~btw what happened to the poor yellow bowl? "The poor yellow bowl, was part of John's soul, now he's ignored, no oats to be found…:)
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:07 AM
A day without oatmeal is like a day without CHE-chuckles;-)
Roper Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 11:33 AM
Wonderful limerick, John, to get inspired to write just reading the work of your fellow poets as I do myself Hugs
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:05 AM
Hi Eve! Sorry so long no chat. Was down south and the RV park internet was maddening so I pretty much turtled through the winter. But, I'm pokin' my head out again;-). Hope you and Sonny are doing swell! Hugglotskies ~ j
Hauser  Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 6:37 AM
Love your humor!
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:03 AM
e tu!
Curtis Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 6:00 AM
Limericks have to be the most fun of all poetry forms and you remind us well my friend
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:03 AM
Hi Jerry! Thanks for visiting. Sorry so long to reply - had an internet fart for a coupla months.
Bauer Avatar
January 28, 2017 at 6:06 PM
thank you for a much-appreciated grin, john! love the title, too...
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:02 AM
grins R us ;-0
Smith Avatar
January 28, 2017 at 11:48 AM
his mood has gone very south...And nothing taste good in his mouth... Attitude sour...Souls he'd devour....Alone his love life is drouth
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:02 AM
:-). Seventeen!!!
Turner Avatar
January 28, 2017 at 10:51 AM
The excitement of changing his bowl, somehow he lost all control, instead of a spoon, he used a harpoon, and skewered a kaiser roll
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 9:00 AM
Hi Daniel. Breakfast is a dangerous sport, no? Sorry so long to get backatcha. The lousy internet service in remotesville got me down. Hope you had a good WINter and I'll catch up with you soon as I get re-acclimated to CIVIL(?)ization;-)
Y. Avatar
January 28, 2017 at 10:01 AM
Lol! Now this mellow fellow got really excited. He got so excited that he changed his yellow bowl to blue! I really enjoy your limericks. They always make me smile or bust out laughing :-) Alexis
Flats Avatar
March 24, 2017 at 8:56 AM
Hi again!
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