Written for:  The Twiglets #104 – “like a razor”

A bright light
has burned out.
I feel like
my heart has been
cut with a razor.

I tasted
razor clams
in Portland.
They were not

A man who was getting a shave
at a barbershop started to rave,
‘Ow, you cut me you fool
please remove that tool
from my chin, you knave, before it becomes concave.’


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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6 Responses to Razor

  1. Misky says:

    You are definitely the Queen of Limericks. Oh, and I love razor clams. I haven’t had them since I was a kid. Yummy.


  2. Jules says:

    Time heals a broken heart…
    Ooh… you can have all the clams. Not a fan of shell fishes.
    Love your limericks.
    Hubby has a chin dimple. A young cousin thought he had a hole in his chin! 😉


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