LookyDaddy had a limerick contest. I lost. But here's my entry anyway:
Upon Becoming a Mother for the First Time
A man met a shy, shrinking violet,
Accustomed to quiet inviolate.
Though the ceaseless din now
Has her wrinkling her brow,
she got made in her bed and must lie in it.
And no, this is not autobiographical. At all. Because in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a shy, shrinking violet. I'm a poppy.
There once was a girl from Nantucket
ReplyDeleteand you can figure the rest.
(p.s. I just love the gordian knot a person has to untie in order to post on Blogger anymore huh?)