Another Orphan
There stood a pretty orphan tree
A growing child that could not be
Flower on its top
Growing would not stop
How could this be, child at his knee
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- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 184 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1
- This week, we were asked to to go formal: Write a limerick, a ballad or a sonnet – or to write on the subject of formality.
- I chose the limerick with a five line syllable count of 8,8,5,5,8. Limericks are usually written about persons, often something bad or funny. Since this one is about a plant using the identity of a child I call it a "Bad Limerick".
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Unusual subject matter for a limerick – but I love it!
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful rhyming memory! Jae
ReplyDeleteI like this musing and rather philosophical thought, in a form usually reserved for banter! Unexpected and lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like it--the plant, and the limerick.
ReplyDeletePK
This is a limerick that has a story to tell ... really enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteNice verse! I like it when plants do that, I can cut the taller part off if need be!
ReplyDeleteYes, and plant the piece. Both, baby and mother were from planted foot long bare branches.
DeleteThis is unique. Love it!
ReplyDeleteYour limericks inspired me to write one, too. Here it is. Background: I respelled your son's and my names to reflect our class and intelligence. We are now Tymn and Pseuzi. Here is the limerick:
ReplyDeleteThere once was a man named Tymn
Who sang a hymn at the gymn.
So good was his voice
That he won "People's Choice
Award" for "Best Hymn in a Gymn."