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:
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.

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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.

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

“What does it matter how one comes by the truth
so long as one pounces upon it
and lives by it?”
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)
One Single Impression (“empty”)
Sunday Scribblings (“faith”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“pounce”)