Ilene Bauer Poet Limerick

Riding the 4

I’m riding the subway (the 4)
Where you never know what is in store.
	A character stood
	Ranting loudly he should
Have a seat, which I tried to ignore.

His ravings got louder until
Someone rose to accede to his will.
	Though he sat with a plop
	His harangue didn’t stop
And we passengers’d all had our fill.

But the woman who sat to his right
Started cursing with all of her might,
	Saying either he’d quit
	Or she’d have such a fit
That she’d slice him to bits in a fight.

A Samaritan did intercede
So we never saw anyone bleed.
	When the doors opened wide
	He stepped quickly outside
With the ranter, a very cool deed.

The female, though, kept up her shtick;
Her anger was what made her tick.
	I questioned the stars
	Thinking, with all these cars,
Why was this one the one I did pick?

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Chris Green May 10, 2017 at 5:09 PM Perfect ending...this was really funny Ilene. You are very good at these and very good at making me laugh. I loved this.

Maurice Rigoler May 10, 2017 at 4:42 PM WOW! Excellent limericks, Ilene, and a story I'd say happens often on the NY subway! You're a courage woman even to get on one! Thank you for reading "Irises" it's one of my better nonhumorous poems, at least I think so. Many thanks. / M

Tim Smith May 10, 2017 at 4:41 PM It is a strange world out there...lol... usually after riding the subway I feel much better about myself.