Sprinkler

On a bench right outside the front door
We were waiting, like we've done before,
     For the camp bus to show.
     We were early, I know,
But that's just how I am, to the core.

All at once a surprise we did get
When the sprinkler, whose timer was set
     To go on did just that
     And in two seconds flat
We were both (and the backpack) quite wet.

We jumped up and we ran out of range
Then we laughed 'cause it surely was strange;
     But the early bird's terms
     Really do get the worms
'Cause we'd plenty of time left to change.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Johnson Avatar
August 11, 2017 at 11:50 PM
Your meter and rhyme are truly sublime. Comprehensively right on the dot. I'm truly inspired by what I've acquired. But it's late and I really am shot.
Dietrich Avatar
August 8, 2017 at 3:03 PM
A cute story told through limerick form. I love to do that sometimes too. The meter is sometimes perfect for a story you want to tell.
Callus Avatar
August 8, 2017 at 2:13 AM
Your witty narrative made me laugh with gusto, Ilene....especially when it reminded me of when I once received the sprinkler treatment in Sicily very early one morning when on holiday!! Regards // paul
Allison Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 3:42 PM
awww you got a soaking but at least you could laugh about it and had time to change:-) hugs jan xx
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