Silly Sack

You’ve got to have a certain knack when opening your Silly Sack; the beasts within will soon attack with no hold barred, no turning back. Now these are not the monstrous sort, it’s just that they do not comport. Of mischief, they are never short, treat mayhem like it is a sport. Prepare for giggles, snorts, and laughs, guffaw at awkward giraffe gaffes, where pigs with dirt soap take mud baths, where self-signed cars give autographs. Juno the dog is in there too; you know what she likes best to do. She’ll give horse rides, and when we’re through, we’ll see our parents at the zoo! So loose the drawstring, open wide; heck, you might even jump inside! A Silly Sack’s the place to hide - with imagination as your guide! ---------- I wrote this as quatrains first, then remembered the contest and wrote it as limericks - frankly, I like the quatrains better...