I went to search in the patch, For a fat pumpkin to snatch. The vegetable’s fate Was muffins on my plate. I promptly whipped up a batch. I gained ten pounds just writing this limerick.
Everything’s cinnamon spice, And sweaters are comfy and nice. We’re done with the pool, ‘Cause the weather is cool, This season is paradise. I used to be a summer purist but I’ve grown to appreciate fall in my old age.
The season of pumpkins is near, And my husband is bursting with cheer. He is eager to see, Spooks and gore on TV. I’ll grab a book and disappear. I’ve thwarted his every attempt to get me into horror. Okay, I watched like one scary movie once. Maybe two, but nothing too gory. Maybe justContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Married Life”
There once was a fellow named Paul. Scary posters covered his hall. He was so very keen, On getting to Halloween, That he wished it could always be Fall. There are two kinds of people in the world: those who wear flip-flops until November, and those who put out pumpkins in July. Which kind areContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Halloween”