Cut out of black paper
Japanese
Thrown before a sky
Of night milk
Janitress of a
Lower house
One toothed,
Point hatted,
Flying in front of a
Victorian curtain
Two thirds storm,
One third dark.
Categories:
janitress, good night,
Form: Free verse
Limerick : Once a rich Janitress rode on a broom
Once a rich Janitress rode on a broom
From cheek to jowl her looks spelt dire doom
She thought she owned the world
And the world owed her gold
So she chewed gold and lost gums and bloom.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
janitress, humorous,
Form: Limerick