A momentary lapse of reason
While navigating the road ahead
And with antelope now in season
I'm going home with its mounted head
It's too bad how much damage was done
Repairs will cost an arm and a leg
But the deer wasn't the only one
Now I'm left with a hook and a peg
A reckless young pirate named Greg
Drank whisky straight out of a keg.
He cried 'Look at me!'
In shark-ridden sea;
That drink cost an arm and a leg!
14.04.19
Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest: sponsored by Tania Kitchin
How many pleats perfect the fall in Radha’s sari?
What portion of turmeric flawlessly lights up mum’s curry?
Without spice, how can some people have last names like, ‘Achari’?
When meeting after long, why does Tom ask Harry, ‘What’s the story?’
Why do tiny fruits have to cost an arm and a leg; like blueberry?
When there is already diced tomatoes, why the need for puree?
Who thought to give spicy adult sauce childish names- ‘Parry-Parry’?
How can something that cannot be drunk, be called ‘straw’berry?
Would a kilo of grapes married with some chaser, make my vision blurry?
Why would something that glides on water without wings, be called a ferry?
Like most beautiful desserts, should I have started the first line in reference to a cherry?
I wonder, and sometimes I wonder too much; that in itself can be scary.
Off the top of my head
and in a blink of an eye,
wanted to write a poem
that was on the tip of my tongue,
Meantime was having a brain fart
and pulling my hair out,
didn't want to sound cheeky
or put my foot in my mouth,
So bought "Poetry for Dummies"
which cost an arm and a leg,
and wanted to foot the entire bill,
while dining out with some friends,
One friend said I paid through the nose,
while another was lecturing an earful,
another's comments raised eyebrows,
said I shoulder it and be more responsible,
I thought they used to be so hip,
as I sat with butterflies in my stomach,
I thought of wringing their necks,
or telling them to button their lips,
So I told them to stop stepping on my toes,
that I always kept abreast of my money,
then realizing I'd forgotten my wallet,
ended up feeling just like a donkey.
They said it was just a passing fad
Dark clouds continue to stay
You have to take the good with the bad
But the bad just won't go away
They tell you to live the American dream
And fight for that dream at all cost
But now we all live the American scheme
Too many dreams have been lost
It cost an arm and a leg for a tank of gas
And people are losing their jobs
Lay it all on the line to borrow more cash
But there are already too many scars
So open your eyes oh say can you see
Is this the American way
No home can be saved and nothing is free
And our dreams have been all swept away
~Billy Hitz~
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