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Limerick Of The Bruised Lover

Demas finds limericks a challenge and has crafted a few that even have chuckles. Of the bunch you can choose from he offers this one today.

Hunting Seasons

There are various "hunting seasons". This was only one of them.

There are various "hunting seasons". This was only one of them.

Today's Limerick

There once was a lover of sports

all kinds, no matter the sorts.

He shined best in summer.

The rest as a plumber.

In both he preferred to wear shorts.


In such days soon gone by,

his best he would try.

Forgeting his labors

and dueling with sabers,

for breakfast his eggs he would fry.


Each morning with laughter

was another morning after

when thoughts so delightful arose.

(He'd even given her a rose!)

Himself he considered "a crafter".


Today's latest news,

was seen in his bruise.

The tussel had grown to a fight,

a tattoo of just such a night,

with one he preferred not to lose.


She called the next day,

and had this to say,

"My thanks for the rose,

but please don't suppose,

like petals my love will stay."


He regarded his bruise

as he weighed the new news.

Then he thought of last summer,

his life as a plumber,

and what else could come from her clues.


He called up his florist

and sent her a forest

of roses so mellow

yes red, white, and yellow,

to heal a heart bruise, his sorest.






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Comments

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on November 18, 2020:

I love limericks and these combined into a poem was a great idea. Well done Demas.

Demas W Jasper (author) from Today's America and The World Beyond on November 18, 2020:

Thanks, Cattela. Please tell me where your Gurgaon is located.

Tiyasha Maitra from Gurgaon on November 18, 2020:

Lovely. Thoroughly enjoyed the read.

Demas W Jasper (author) from Today's America and The World Beyond on November 18, 2020:

Composing limericks, even a poem of them, is really such fun. Have a go at it, giving self-chuckles as you write.