the languor of a hazy afternoon,
the proximity of a pen,
the blankness on the reverse of a weight chart.
memories of old conversations
joyfully arrange themselves
in the lines of these limericks*.
* rhyme 'aabba' is mostly followed. I have been casual with the metre
There was this advice I always heard,
Show me the money, I'll show you the bird.
You don't need money,
Love attracts birds in my part of the world.
There was a girl, they called her wife
Her title sealed her days with strife.
She quit the rowdy game,
Took on her precious name,
Standing tall on her legs she said, It's my life.
That is the way it is they say,
Babies are necessary to be happy and gay.
Caught in the custom,
Of trusting age-old wisdom,
They don't see why she adds not to the population anyway.