Limericks for my Mama on her birthday, 1/4/2021
There once was a mommy of one
who wanted her child to have fun,
so she taught her to rhyme--
the result was sublime
except for the times it was dumb.
She’d married a much older man.
Having kids wasn’t part of the plan,
but one night they felt frisky
and did something risky
and that was how Carol began.
When Carol was in a recital
(for dancing was something so vital)
proud Mama would preen
like a smiling machine
and award her the superstar title.
When Carol to college was headed
no chauffeur was what Mama dreaded,
so she bought a new car
but she didn’t drive far.
The instructor screamed, “Let’s just forget it!
Now she looks down from Heaven at me
and thinks, “How can it possibly be
that my little girl child
has grown up and grown wild
and has gone on a limerick spree?”
Now you see that I’m really no poet.
I’m a fraud, and believe me I know it!
But you gotta admit
that at least I’m half-wit.
(Oh please can it, just stop it, just stow it!)
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