my-life-without-a-car-radio limerick

without music in my car, i confess
i'm driving under constant duress.
instead of sing-ing
my ears are ring-ing
with limericks-yep, i'm a mess.

*i need to get a radio put back in my car. i found myself texting limericks to friends yesterday-ones i made up for them while driving and being bored. not a one responded. either the poems were just that bad or these people are toads. yeah...they're toads.

**and yes, other things are going on besides thieves & limericks. more about that later...

oh monday, a limerick

oh monday you come too soon
i can't cope that it's you until noon.
i sigh & i say
"you're a punk of a day"
but at least you're the last one in june.

sunday sinner

here's to sunday, you thief of joy
it is you i want to destroy
i'd take you outside
throw you out with the tide
my week of limericks is over, oh boy

scandalous saturday

if saturday was a chap, i would faint.
his mistress, his lover, his saint.
in secret we'd meet
clandestine, but sweet
throughout town, it's love i would paint.

*don't worry, loyal readers, happy town is over.

to friday, the love of my life.

if friday was a lad, i would kiss
his lips & his face, oh what bliss!
the day, sweet romance
it's time for a dance
friday, love, nothing's better than this!

off to the gallows, terrible thursday

if thursday was a fella, i swear
i'd through him in a cage with a bear
i wouldn't feel bad
not an ounce-bit of sad
"friday, dear friday"-my prayer.

to the dogs, wednesday

if wednesday was a pale, hatted guy
to the tracks i would take him to die
tied to the rail
i'd ignore every wail
"thursday, oh thursday" i'd sigh...

tuesday's a goner

if tuesday was a dude he'd be toast
the meat at a bar-b-que roast
we'd eat him all up
i'd stand, raise my cup
"it's wednesday we wanted the most!"

monday's dead

an limerick to monday, the most boring day of the week (excepting wednesday, which is also a really boring day-and the most ennui-laden of all, sunday. blurg. & yes, i have been watching WAY TOO MUCH 30 rock. 476 episodes a day.)

if Monday was a man he'd be dead
a bullet shot straight to the head.
he'd deserve it, no doubt.
from the rooftops, we'd shout
"it's Tuesday we wanted instead!"