Friday

The Mirror Is Your Friend

"The Mirror Is Your Friend."

A friend and writing colleague, Jeannie Kerns posted those words today and set me to thinking:

"Just because you can fit into the outfit doesn't mean you should. 
Remember ... the mirror is your friend."

Sometimes I want to growl at the mirror. Other times, I may not see my own reflection clearly. Gee, does anyone?

Pondering these questions, I'm just having a little fun with a twisted rhyme today.

Girl at Mirror
by Norman Rockwell
public domain artwork

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror,
on the wall -
do these pants make
my butt look small?
Does this tight jacket
bulge at all?
And am I headed
for a fashion fall?

Sometimes, a body's just gotta beg the question.

c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Wednesday

Training or Feigning?


Training or Feigning?

Sometimes it’s all too easy to get a little off track. Take, for example, old Clyde, a trained conductor.

Calling Out Clyde –
A Coded Conduct

A pompous conductor named Clyde,
With more than a pittance of pride,
Would call, “All aboard,”
In tone untoward,
Feigned accent with status implied.

For years, Clyde conducted his trade,
Enjoying his striped masquerade,
Till hoofbeats rang out
From bandits about,
And left the conductor unpaid.

The crooks bound the sniffy old boy
And left him behind like a toy.
There, tied to the stack,
He pondered his lack,
With only himself to employ.

The moral is simple and base:
Our tracks may be tricky to trace.
With nose in the air,
Collecting a fare,
Disdain quickly leads to disgrace.


Posted for a variety of prompts:
Mad Kane Limericks (“A pompous conductor named Clyde…”)

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Tuesday

Hunting Season

Hunting Season


 High Caliber Woman
(Limericks and Dirty Tricks)

A fellow who had an affair
Did fancy himself debonair
Though over the hill,
He wandered until
He found his wife loaded for bear.


This lecherous one did repent
Of trailing another doe’s scent.
He turned on his charms,
Confronted with arms,
Not knowing her cartridge was spent.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:
Vintage
Public domain

Posted for a variety of prompts:
Friday Flash-55 (55 words)
Mad Kane Limericks (“A fellow who had an affair)

Gene Theory


Gene Theory

What makes a best-seller? Is it always a solid plot or excellent wordsmithing? Or may the secret occasionally be a choice of color?

A Little Off-Color

An infamous author named Gene
Pens words on the verge of obscene.
His musings, though blue,
Raise much ballyhoo.
Gene’s green, if you know what I mean.


Posted for a variety of prompts:
Mad Kane Limericks (“An infamous author named Gene)


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Flying Low

Letterhead -- Madison
Flying Low
 
“What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?” (Henry Miller)


Rock On -
A Limericked Heist on a Dangerous Tryst

Young Icarus carried a crush;
For Candy his mind was a mush.
He failed at finesse,
His manners a mess –
Perhaps it was just a bum’s rush.

Till finally, he snagged her soul.
They stepped out alone for a stroll.
She joined in his climb
For secrets sublime,
But more than their hearts were a-roll.

Their ending, we fear, was profound.
Just ask anyone still around.
They vanished from sight,
Perhaps taking flight.
The secret remained underground.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson


 
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“bum’s rush”)
…in other words … (Henry Miller quote – above)
One Single Impression (“Icarus”)
Poetry Train (poem/s)
Sunday Scribblings (“mess”)
Theme Thursday (“candy”)

Image:
Public domain photo 

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Friday

Movin’ on Up

Letterhead -- Madison
Movin’ on Up

OK, call me a rebel (again). This is 57 words (not 55), but it seems to sing somehow anyway.

Careers and Frontiers
A Limericked Bob on Finding a Job

A creative young woman named Ro
Had reached an employment plateau.
She pulled a few strings
To give herself wings,
And now Ro is rolling in dough.

It’s not simply seeds that you sow
Nor how many rows you may hoe.
To aim for the peak,
Though prospects are bleak,
The secret may be whom you know.


Posted for a variety of prompts:
Friday Flash-55 (55 words)
Mad Kane Limericks (“A creative young woman named Ro…”)
Poetry Train (poem/s)



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