I got my heart scarred,
It was you, so I was never scared.
Walking down the lane, that wasn't mine,
Having people 'round, who ain't allow me shine.
The moon's my witness, I crossed the line.
You're sunshine, you were my drug and wine.
You're mine, though I am not fine.
I ain't in the town and you're bottle's already down,
Only when I frown, you gimme the crown.
Am I your cast? When your world's running fast
Won't I be your past? Will I be your last?
Are you ready to run? Will you chuck out all the fun?
Although you're cun, you still ain't getting the pun.
Are you still the same? Even after the fame!!
Do you know my name? Or it just was a game?
Not knowing enough, have I shed my skin off?
Got into your hitch, became a bad b*tch,
I've been into Mitch, now he's out of my pitch.
I aged like Alchemist..and all I get is your fist?
Among all the mist, you barged out of my list.
YOU added flakes to my pizza,
Don't know if the flakes fell back into your eyes.
I'm sure you think I am the culprit for all,
Forgetting that I ain't the protector of all.
My list is open, for you to walk in,
Not sure you'll fall ill, still hoping you'd fall in.
There was an old lady from Spain
Who found eating pasta a strain.
However she tried,
Her false teeth would slide
And land in her glass of champagne.
Her husband said 'darling don't fret,
Just chuck out the bothersome set!'
So now she sucks chips
Through puckering lips
Abandoning all etiquette!
20.04.20
Limerick Poetry Contest - sponsored by Janice Canerdy
choose: earth, how i feel, old,
LOOK AT THIS STUFF!
Look around all this stuff!
Can we use it, reuse it and recycle?
This old stuff do we buy new?
Chuck out or move---what?
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