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

“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.

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”)