Written for: The Twiglets #127 – “knocked him down”
He put himself
on a pedestal–
they knocked him down
She did not know
that the School of Hard Knocks
was literal
Tornado spinning–
a smoke-gray funnel
of destruction
descends, knocking
down lives
There once was a man on a diet
whose wife convinced him to try it
She said, isn’t this great
he is a perfect weight
Too slim, knocked down by Hurricane Wynn, he felt disquiet
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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.
Splendid limerick! Love it.
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Thanks, Misk!🌝
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