Ripsnorting depravity cavity of sporting gravity
Severity of the brevity cheekily courting levity
Hilarity distorting polarity Tests aren’t a charity
Unpopularity resorting to double downed vulgarity
Clarity for sorting parity then humility not a rarity
Some austerity can feed & lead to prosperity
Precarity due to the complete lack of dexterity
Asperity at temerity & totality of Bazball brutality
Banality of celebrity vanity caused the disparity
Mendacity that red ball is just all about audacity
In reality plans need adaptability or fans profanity
Rapacity of elan talismans fatality simply insanity
Trump- a man with peculiarity,
on the road to unpopularity;
he leaves a sad legacy,
Donald is all jealousy;
and he will be gone momentarily !
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November 21, 2020
Poetry/Limerick/A Sad Legacy
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-456-21
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Out on a Lim
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 11/29/20
Second Place
Most unpopular vegetable is Brussels Sprouts
Have taken a survey and I find there's no doubt
Now don't take a fit
For unpopularity they're it
Well, strangely I love 'em more than sauerkraut
The first time my mother watched Titanic, she cried. Though, who could blame her when Jack would condemn himself to hypothermia and my father couldn't even call her once a month.
The first time I watched 16 candles, I knew I had to find my Jake Ryan. Who could blame me? When Jake took the girl who stands in the corner at school dances, the girl who keeps her head down to make sure no ones listening, the girl who's screaming at her teacher I know the answer! but says nothing, and lifts her from the depths of her unpopularity and brings her to bliss. But, no one told me what you would actually be like.
No one told me that you, you would be like stars in the ocean, and that my life would be so constantly surrounded by blackness and you would be like the light at the end of the tunnel. No one told me that loving you would be like jumping off a cliff, where it feels good to fall and then hurts so bad to land.
No one told me that I was a joke, and you sit there on your throne of lies and popularity and I was the jester at the bottom of your feet.
And while Molly Ringwald gets a cake and her Jake Ryan, I have a broken heart and a minor addiction.
A poet with a loving Spirit...
A heart rich with abundant love, overflowing
So much love did her heart retain
An abolitionist she chose to become
In spite of its unpopularity
Through all her relationships, graceful, caring
Always kind and gentle as a dove
Had no recourse but to pen emotions deep
Writing great, timeless sonnets of love
Inspired by the love of her life
Throughout her years, she drew inspiration from above
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