Limerick: Once a mincing Mrs. from Mississippi
Once a mincing Mrs. from Mississippi*
Went to a bank for a fiddle-d-dee
But her girdle got stuck
And the “SS” came unstuck
That’s why Missis ends as a double P..
*No aspersions cast on Mississippians here;
the term refers to the Paleozoic era in North America,
following the Devonian and preceding the Pennsylvanian,
of course.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2013
Categories:
missis, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Who says romance is dead?
What is this romance? Did it die as they often said?
No, I think not, I don’t think romance is dead.
He holds the car door open for me, but only to let me out.
He puts the keys in the lock for me, so none hears him shout.
He talks to me of all his wishes, but that's so he doesn’t have time for kisses.
He soothes my brow when I am stressed, but that’s so he can get a rest.
My tea he makes just how I like it, no milk or sugar and hot.
He says he does it that way; otherwise, I would like it - not.
He holds my hand to stop me wandering far far away,
Then he lets go as we cross the lanes on the busy dual carriage way.
He introduces me as “The Missis”
This love of mine so full of kisses,
He kisses everyone he sees, to show that he is faithful
He doesn’t need to kiss me, unless he wants to be playful.
Romance isn’t dead, I can be assured
In his love for me he will not be deterred.
He loves me now still quite a lot,
But that may be because of the money I’ve got.
Categories:
missis, funny, romance, me, romance,
Form: Rhyme
I look to the past
See all that has last
I look forward through time
See future decline,s
Tears on my cheek
Streaming defeat
Mankind missis the beat
Suffering in their hearts
Evil in their minds
The earth torn up
By their selfish plans
Never to place a foot, a hand in the true promised land
Most will not know truth or love
Realness of the soul
If only we could rise above and behold
Believe in the one, the creator of all known
Categories:
missis, faith, life,
Form: Rhyme
jail is when they feed you nothing but cardboard
jail is when it is cold at night
when you cant see the ones you love
when the one you care bout was sentenced for a long time
when you loved that person
when no one can help.
i miss my guy the one i loved i miss him like a child missis there fevorite toy
i wish he never did anything in the first place.
Categories:
missis, depression, hope,
Form: I do not know?