limericks

can i be honest for a moment? did everyone take their judgey pants off? thanks. i feel much more comfortable presenting my confession now.

i don't like most poetry. i don't like delving into the depths of veiled thoughts and impressions. and i don't like symbolism or things that say one thing, but mean another. i prefer the things i read to be right out there, in my face. (somewhat like you people with your pants off (shut up, al))

there's one exception to my anti-poetry rule and that is when it's solidly rhymey and especially if it's funny. i go past the shelves of poetry at the library without even turning my head most of the time. i sometimes feel like i should appreciate it more than i do. like my character is somehow lacking or flawed by my preference for the shallow stuff. but i sort of think that if it doesn't rhyme, then it's not really poetry at all, it's just a string of presumptuous words with awkward spacing.

limericks though, are just a good time all around. my mom's got a special knack for funny poetry, so she's the one poet (ok, i'll admit that i also like shel silverstein) who i really appreciate.

she writes a limerick or other silly poem for brooke each week, using brooke's spelling words. brooke hates writing the spelling words, but needs to practice spelling them, so i have her type an email to mimi, writing each word three times every week. the pay off is always the poem that flies back to her inbox usually within the hour.

last week mom wrote one for me.

There was a young lady named Sheri

Whose pits were incredibly hairy.

She waxed and she shaved,

She ranted and raved,

But still those wild tresses were scary.

my response:

my pits were distressingly furry

i wanted it gone in a hurry.

tank season is soon

just three months til june,

i'll laser them down with a fury.

do any of you guys write limericks? you wanna try? come on, practice on me.

anyone? ......  anyone?  .......  ?