Tag Archives: limerick

mama said

Written for:  The Twiglets #118 – “mama said” recalcitrant child grounded every weekend ignores what mama says A mama sheep speaks and lambs form a line Said mama, ‘do not dare to go out with him,’ to daughter who rebelled … Continue reading

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“a broad bright moon”

Written for:  the Twiglets #117 – “a broad bright moon” width of bright moon circles earth in incandescence transfixed by brightness of moon she barely blinks moon hovers over ocean casting an orb of light on tips of meringue peaks … Continue reading

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cold iron

Written for:  The Twiglets #116 – “like cold iron” She lay down next to him; his arm felt like cold iron. Sky was a sheet of cold iron winter before the storms began. Winter, for a child, is frosty fun. … Continue reading

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beneath the ice

Written for:  The Twiglets #115 – “beneath the ice” fish hibernate beneath the ice Beneath the ice caps, only a thin layer remains. beneath the chocolate ice cream scoop–surprise! another scoop of butter pecan both balanced in a sugar cone … Continue reading

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“the road vanished”

Written for:  The Twiglets #114 – “the road vanished” Mr. Andrews drove on a road quite familiar to him. On this night, he was filled with fright. The last part of the road had vanished from sight. He was alone. Intense darkness … Continue reading

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pinch of fog

Written for:  The Twiglets #113 – “a pinch of fog” Add a pinch of fog to his medicine; he will never notice what he is taking. In times of wishing to be alone, in a pinch, fog will occlude you. … Continue reading

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key of c

Written for:  the Twiglets #112 – “in the key of c” In a minor related incident, the golden key of Charles was stolen. C the key? Now u don’t. In the keys of life, “c” is only one letter. Gator’s … Continue reading

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Curiosity About A Door

Written for:  The Twiglets #111 – “behind the door” behind the door is another door.   Tried to peek behind the red door; all seemed dark. So, as a lark, I pried it open. No words were spoken, just a … Continue reading

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moon kissing

Written for:  The Twiglets #110 – “kiss the moon” Instead of landing on the moon, give it a grateful kiss as you spin by.   If you kiss the moon, it smiles crescent at you. “To the moon Alice,” threatened … Continue reading

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“crisp beige”

Written for:  The Twiglets #109 – “crisp beige” crisp beige neatly pressed folds that flutter kitchen curtains Her brand new beige blanket was burnt to a crisp in the accidental fire. She looked smart in her beige Channel suit knowing … Continue reading

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