Limerick for my Muse
I had a quick thought for the day,
See I really just wanted to play,
So I called up my work,
And I spoke to the clerk,
And I said I'd be off sick today!
What joy did I have before me,
For I had the whole day don't you see?
As I hung up the phone,
Shouted loud ... "I'm alone!"
What a feeling ... I'm thrilled ... I am free!
A cup of fresh coffee I brewed,
Put my feet up, and read me some news,
I lingered a while,
Gave a soft little smile,
Then I readied my pen for my muse.
She whispered that she was amused,
Wanted change, but it left me confused,
"A limerick" she said,
As I just shook my head,
For I worried this style I'd abuse!
"I am used to our sorry old ways",
"Please don't make me", I begged in a daze,
But 'lo and behold,
She took hold and was bold,
And now look what I see through this haze.
"Enough!" I cry out to the air,
"Aren't they short and more coloured with flair?"
(OK, make it end,
With a stroke of my pen),
Put to rest this sojourn, in mid-air ...