Some Limericks...

She’s out there chasing a cricket Through bush, through shrub & through thicket Together they hop Fugitive, cop But when she gets it, she just wants to lick it! A cat whose vet took his eye Just cannot quite understand why His eye’s been enucleated, 3-D vision reduciated, So now, he keeps an eye out for an eye Ya gotta keep limericks loose Think green eggs, or perhaps Dr. Seuss They’re structured, it’s true, But they’re also a zoo Whose tenants are all on the loose! I frolic in fountains of words Overflowing with serious absurds Each poem I write Wakes up and takes flight Joining angels and faeries and birds You ask that we write a good limerick How to do so, I haven’t a glimmerick So I struggle and frown Teaching poems to clown So a smile on your lips will be shimmerick A cat with a mouth full of mouse Brought her feast right into my house She played with her food Who was not in the mood To be a banquet of mouse in the house The nightmares that shadow my sleep Stampede the proverbial sheep Right out of my mind When I try to unwind I find my appointment with sleep hard to keep In her search for original truth She met people unsavory and couth She knitted and purled But only unfurled Yarns told by new age and old youth Cat, suddenly pink, Drinks her water from out of the sink She looks so absurd Since she’s been de-furred I really don’t know what to think! If one and one is two and two is four, And there’s only two ways to go through a door, Then, is earth up or down? And, where is down town? These are questions we need to explore! A was that is an is Tried to mind my biz But I sent it packing, Its presence was lacking And I don’t have time for such shiz! A couple who lived in Los Lunas Loved the wide desert sky’s crystal blueness They’d stare at the air, Over here, over there And rejoice at the feeling of newness A cat with a very fat gut Found it easier to walk on his butt He’d drag it around Across carpet and ground And use it to slam the doors shut Said the Missus to her dear Mr. Otter, “There’s something I think that you oughta Do before we get old To protect us from cold – You oughta make the hot water hotter!” The ghosts who live up in my attic Make noises that sound much like static I’ve tried to send them away, But they’re here to stay, Those staticky ghosts in my attic