His Riches Grew Yearly...
To Foot His Bill.
Family and Friends Dearly...
Cut from His Will.
He Had No Time Clearly...
For All Their Swill.
The Mountain Just Merely...
Made a Molehill.
He set no limit to his ‘always’,
His ‘never’ was strewn all over ways,
Man of excess he was,
To blow up, his pet cause,
For molehills, mount of price he now pays.
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Tongue-in-cheek |05.12.2022| Limericks
Molehills To Mountains
Tom’s Thoughts
3/2/2020
When Politicians dare to interpolate,
Using verbiage to change how we relate.
All are drinking from a polluted fountain,
Trying to produce a “meadow muffin” mountain.
Without their utilizing a single steer,
They're causing our country's landscape to look drear.
Turning molehills to mountains
is what I do best
So why take it easy
when I could be stressed?
At overreacting
I'm quite an old hand
And I surely do hope
nothing goes off as planned
Small bumps in the road
can certainly grow
And out of proportion
I'll see that they blow
The simplest way
is no way for me
But to complicate matters
just fills me with glee
If I play my cards right
with hopes running high
I'll successfully fail
in whatever I try
Now if you think I mean this
how wrong you would be
I'm just poking fun
at myself playfully
And don't you believe
these pessimistic puns
For I'm winning the race
that the optimist runs
My most favorite thing
in this life, you will see
is to make people happy
and smile with me
To laugh at one's self
the sages foretold
turns mountains to molehills
and fills them with gold
From all outward appearances
It seemed they were having a lovely evening
But as soon as they got home
She started seething
She accused him of being too friendly with the waitress
He said "I was just being polite"
She said he was a liar
and he said , "Yeah right"
She said "You're sleeping on the couch"
He said she was making a mountain out of a molehill
She slammed the door
In the morning they'll make up still
Until he leaves the toilet seat up
Then they'll start all over again
What simple Truths cannot be seen,
Like Reason is both deaf and blind?
Made more complex than its easy theme,
To be pondered, yet, at another time
No resolutions, just chaos- confusion!
Arguments of wasted wind
Never to draw an equal conclusion,
But explain it over, and over again!
*Arguing with my mother
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