Short Story, Shirt Story, Limerick

It’s a bit bawdy as Limericks should be
I do hope it gives you a chuckle
or three!


A virile young man wished to flirt
So he put on his “sensitive” shirt
It was soft pale pink
Which caused him to think
That he’d surely get under her skirt

He had the looks, the moves and the means
To finesse his seduction routines
But he felt like swearing
When he saw her wearing
Not a skirt, but some skinny tight jeans

He devised a new plan in his head
With charm he would delicately tread
He was good with zippers
But afraid he might rip hers
So he unzipped himself instead

Is this foreplay? she asked with disdain
Dripping sarcasm she could not contain
A silly pink shirt
Can’t hide such a jerk
From you I shall gladly abstain

He zipped up and planned his next move
To hone skills so his chances improve
Maybe switch to pale blue
Or self-touching eschew
To quickly get back in his groove

If the point of this story is unclear
Here’s a rule you may wish to adhere
If you’re tempted to flirt
With a pastel shirt
Resist it and just let him leer

THE END  (of a chance to score)


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A Little Lightness


no matter how far
he elbowed his way up the
corporate ladder

whenever he sat
at his massive desk, in his
custom leather chair

he felt five-years-old
his first day in Miss Kelly’s
Kindergarten class

he wondered if anyone
ever noticed

A Short Tale Loosely Based on a Short Tale

My humble attempt at satirical relief from the current events of life:


The emperor has no clothes
As all can plainly see
Save those who downed the Kool-aid
Laced with party tea

He speaks in raucous riddles
Stokes fires of fear and rage
Deepening the great divide
Turning the next page

We’re surely being hoodwinked
On this I’ll place my bet
Hang on to the crazy train
This  ride’s not over yet

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Several Shades of Smitten

Mind and Life Matters Limerick Challenge Week 22  
Prompt: “COLOR

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When she smiled at him he blushed bright red

When he tried to speak, his language skills fled

Too enamored to see

She was the same hue as he

He cringed as crimson blotches spread

One day she sledge hammered the ice

Told him she liked him, thought he was nice

He saw her rosy blush

Right then he did rush

To kiss her sweet lips once or twice

When he suddenly leapt to a handstand

She on the lawn, thought it was quite grand

They kissed and kissed more

She felt muscles galore

Odds of summer fun were about to expand

No moral of this tale need be written

We’ve all felt the highs of being smitten

Brilliant colors abound

Fine music in all sounds

Oh yes, by the love bug you’ve been bitten

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Hunky Bunny’s Excellent Tale

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The biggest break of his career.
What could go wrong?
What could go right?

Modeling the rabbit ears was less than a thrill
Still he sauntered onstage with his trademark chill
The runway appeared much longer than he thought
His head mask was pinching tighter than it ought
A scratch in his throat turned wildly itchy
His lips-a-swelling began to get twitchy
Wheezing in his lungs, breaths shallow and craggy
His well-toned legs, wet-noodled and draggy
He finally collapsed at runway’s conclusion
Dragged off with great haste
in head-bouncing

Hunky Bunny strode proud and tall
Hunky Bunny had a great fall
Allergic to wool, they ripped off his attire
Giving the critics that much more
To admire

(Alternate Ending #1)
He survived his near death
And met fame the next morning
She showed up at dawn
With no hint of a warning
She moved herself in
With her entourage of spin
Book deals, photographs
Interviews galore
He slid under the covers
Give me ten minutes more

(Alternate Ending #2)
He survived the ordeal
And followed fate’s call
International Super Model
Beloved hero to all
The critics still love him
Worldwide fan base does too
He never stopped dreaming
Nor should

*With a grateful nod to
Humpty Dumpty 

Thanks to TBP for this oldie and goodie picture prompt!  The Blog Propellanttpb_logo_link


The Unusual Lives of Dust Bunnies



A special breed of fluffy and soft 
each one unique in shape and girth
with huge families that grow super fast,
sometimes overnight

sometimes in half an hour
sometimes in a few minutes
they’ve been known to speed-multiply
in an instant right before your
eyes, or so it seems

to some

One day you might find that
they are all gone, every one of them
disappeared, vanished, poof!
bye-bye dust bunnies
nice knowin’ ya’
most likely, the whole tribe hitched
a ride on a vacuum cleaner to visit
another room for a change of scenery,
they actually indulge in this
boredom-busting activity 
quite often

When word gets out
that there’s something good going on
in the southwest corner of the kitchen
behind the fridge
you’ll see a whole line of dust bunnies
along the wall waiting
to get in

If it takes too long,
they may risk their lives and have a party
for all to see, right smack in the
middle of the kitchen  
even though many an errant dust bunny’s
demise has occurred while entangled  
in the thrust of an angry broom
on that very floor

Scientists find dust bunnies a fascinating
but it’s best not to explore the results
of their research too closely,
the clinical term “icky” is used liberally
on every page of their published papers
and this appears to be upsetting
to some
you have now been dutifully
warned . . .   

The two most important facts to remember
about dust bunnies are these:

They will always come back.

And they will always multiply, multiply
multiply, multiply, multiply
and multiply
again .  .  .  .  .   



Playing Haiku With Shadows


shadows taunt elders
cruel reminders of what was
they’re not having it

shadows haunt elders
sad reminders of what was
they’re not having it

shadows flaunt elders
fun reminders of what was
they’re not having it

this image is sad
please, no happy spin today
let’s let sad be sad

Ginger Rogers and
Fred Astair, look at them there
still shadow dancing

they walked, talked and balked
then went their separate ways
shadows still dancing