Limericks for My Mama

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!)