Written for:  The Twiglets #90 – “like a drainage ditch”

Your black-hearted love,
is like a drainage ditch.

scratchin’ an itch,
from a cursed witch.
I ain’t no snitch
’cause that bitch
would throw me in a ditch
black as pitch
without a stitch.

A woman drinking Glenfiddich
was ogled by a sot black as pitch
when she told him to scram
he said, ‘know who I am?’
She said, without hitch, ‘you’re a troll who lives in a ditch.’


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to ditch

  1. Absolutely delightful read.


  2. Julian C says:

    I enjoyed this piece


  3. Misky says:

    Fun limerick!


  4. Jules says:

    Wow – who knew so many words rhymed with ‘ditch’ 😉
    Shades of Oz’s East and West witches.
    I think you need to enter some Limerick contests – you’d win!
    We’ll you are a winner in my book!
    Thanks for some lovely fun reads.


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