Category Archives: limerick style poetry

LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS

LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS

A face that truly inspires,

Greed and avarice fires…

Dressed up nice

But cold as ice,

Does she care about what transpires?

Often idols are kept

Away from those who have wept…

A picture that’s true

Reality, will it do?

For those whose souls have left?

Women dressed up and admired,

No control over what transpired….

Men use romance

Justifying advance,

After brutally acquired.

(A different side of the coin, perhaps?)

–Jonathan Caswell

Advertisements

THOSE FAMOUS LAST WORDS!

THOSE FAMOUS LAST WORDS!

We say those “famous last words.”

Then get dumped-on by birds…

We think we are through

Then covered in poo,

Searching for suitable words.

One man says he’s “cured” of redheads,

Then another catches the eye and he’s dead…

To former resolve,

Old problems to solve,

If he’s spoken for already in bed.

Be careful how you say it,

You could end up replaying it…

Be cautious and wise

With what hits the eyes,

When least expected you’ll betray it.

–Jonathan Caswell