Written for:  the Twiglets #107 – “with a ring”

She heard shuffling feet
at front door.
There was no one she wished to greet.
A bell rang and she was sure

that wily wolf had returned.
’twas only harm he’d be wishing
fear and hatred within her burned
then she discerned sound of wood splitting.


in the arena
boxers bloodied on the ropes
bell ringing

There was a young man from Peking
who bought his girlfriend a ring
seller vouched for its worth
seemed like salt of the earth
She put ring on, seethed at the con, words read, From Burger King.


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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5 Responses to Ring

  1. Misky says:

    HA!! Love that limerick!! 😂


  2. rothpoetry says:

    I love it Sara…especially the ending!


  3. Jules says:

    Oooh that first set reminds me of the three little pigs. Or Little Red, with her woodsman coming to the rescue…??
    I can’t watch boxers… I think there are better ways to sport.
    Fun Limerick 🙂


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