[carol m]

Didn’t mean to be cryptic
But at times there’s a big stick
That hovers and fills me with dread
Its to do with the household
That demands time or blindfold
Or the mess gets too much for my head.


Concerning this thread
No need to have dread
Those rules only apply if we’re stupid
We must only stay sane
And keep this side of pain
And, if possible, don’t mention cupid.

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I have been trying to change
My rhyming scheme
And its not as easy as it might seem
The limerick’s grip has held me fast
And everything else feels very strange.
Already I feel the meter slip
As I struggle to rhyme and yet break free
I resist, I resist, but the pull is strong
Can anyone please help me?