Sometimes, when you wake up on a Monday morning, and it’s overcast, and you want sun instead, you feel like writing a super silly rhyme story in limerick form, in maybe three verses. So, here you go. It’s kinda rainy outside, but my imagination needs an outlet inside.
Should I write about a chair?
One that’s pink with unusual flair?
Or a chair with no back that’s really a stool?
And sit on it in the morning when I eat my gruel?
Or should I write about a secret lair.. one where in private, instead of shaving my legs, I use Nair*?
What if I write about a car that’s blue?
One that’s shaped like a Mary Jane shoe?
One that reaches a super high speed?
And will let no other race car take the lead?
Or how about a bright orange flatbed that’s new?
What if I write about a dress?
One on which I’ve spilled, and made a really stained mess?
One that was ivory and now looks brown?
One that now matches my dirty tin crown
But then I could write about how I like Lima beans, I confess.
*Nair is a copyrighted, trademarked, or whatever, product, and should be utilized when you wear short shorts.