Fair Game

Fair Game

Have you ever known anyone 
who seemed unappealing 
for snatching and stealing 
the highest position at the workplace glass ceiling?

Out of Bounds –

A Limericked View on One Who’d Outdo

A woman who yearned for great fame

Refused to make honor her aim.

She reached for prime time,

On others to climb,

And so she was left with the blame.

‘Tis true that success was a stretch,

Beyond what her talent might fetch.

Still, nose in the air,

In pride, unaware,

Superfluous speeches she’d sketch.

For monuments built out of place

Contribute, not fame, but disgrace.

And trophies to self

In dust on the shelf

Do little to help one save face.

c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson 

Photo: public domain

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)

Mad Kane Limericks (“A woman who yearned for great fame…”)

One Single Impression (“monument”)

Theme Thursday (“stretch”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“face”)

Wardrobe Male-Function

Bare Truth

A Limericked Conjunction on Wardrobe Male-Function

A man who owned only one suit

Went shoeless and sockless to boot.

When put on the spot,

He’d deem himself hot,

So ladies could not help but hoot!

“Hey, Bud. Happy birthday,” they roared,

To eye the one suit he’d afford.

So all of his days,

He’d shock and amaze.

Perhaps he was out of his gourd.

Posted for:

Mad Kane Limerick Prompts

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Bugs and Shrugs

Bugs and Shrugs

Zap-Em Bug Truck - from Men in Black

Our pest control service seems to have a revolving door policy on bug spraying staffers' employment. We have scarcely seen the same technician twice in a row.

To make matters worse, this particular company's  exterminators tend to call the night before they plan to come to our home and leave voice mail messages to announce their planned arrivals ... even when we are out of town.

You might say we are growing a bit incensed at our insect repellent providers, who are becoming pests of an entirely different sort. Here’s the latest installment. This true story is buzzing with irony. No wonder the bugs are celebrating.

Forsooth-Slayer

A Limericked Bye to the Bug-Spraying Guy

A suited bug sprayer, DeVries,

Departed with nary a sneeze.

He set down his gun

And took off, a-run,

Alas, he’s allergic to bees.

Because the man sprouted his wings,

Our domicile buzzes and sings.

We hope a deep freeze

Exterminates these

Before we may suffer some stings.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson

A-Tired -- A Limericked Toil to Prevent Sad Spoil

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“What does it matter how one comes by the truth

so long as one pounces upon it

and lives by it?”

Henry Miller

American Novelist

(1891 – 1980)

A-Tired –

A Limericked Toil to Prevent Sad Spoil

My buttons are popping – who knows?

Ticked off from my tips to my toes.

The list, it is long,

From here to Hong Kong,

And turns all my poems to prose.

To itemize ills would be wrong

And steal from my readers the song –

Suffice it to say

It starts in foul play

With noses where they don’t belong.

Though tempted the wrongs to expose,

Forgiveness and grace to foreclose,

My faith does appeal,

Lest joy they might steal,

And so I must don my mom’s clothes.

Apparel adult may be strong

And tailored for figures grown long.

Such garments I’ll zip,

Perhaps, too, my lip,

For how many rights make a wrong?

I’ll empty my wardrobe of woes

And pounce on the truth, I suppose.

Though facts may reveal

The sordid ordeal,

We fashion not what others chose.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Public domain artwork

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“my mother’s clothes”)

In Other Words (Henry Miller quote)

Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)

One Single Impression (“empty”)

Sunday Scribblings (“faith”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“pounce”)