Tangy Limericks

Rainy weather, dogs howling and warm soup can put me up for these

There was a dog named Bowler,
who was every bit a howler,
till one sunny day,
before he had his say,
his throat was slit by a prowler.

And then it wouldn’t stop.

There lived a family of mice,
well fed on quality rice.
Papa and mama stole,
from the granary hole,
as the babies grew round & nice.

With the third one on its way,

What’s that noise? said Li
Oh just a shaking tree,
said Po yawning,
just as the awning,
crashed through his reverie.

I ended up with

Treason’s in season,
& that’s the reason,
he was out teasin’
squeezing and pleasin’
both Fergie and Ferguson.

Maybe an illustration for each would be fun. Like Edward Gorey.

Outsourced

When my mind is the mire
No thought can it sire
Or an idea pure.
Some type of cure
I find, in dreams for hire.

Tonight

Life collects in lots
cigarette butt thoughts
dreams of ashes
rain bright washes
sleepless I, untying knots

Oopsie.

If the knock was stronger
You’d be lookin’ longer,
At a sky blue
Or a lie true,
Lay back and let it be.
Falling was never this easy!

Shillong fruit

There’s a berry in the North East
Prickly of look and bittersweet
Sawphei of taste
sharp, tart and chaste