Limerick #232

A world apart. A four-part limerick…

Doug Pruitt, a student, complained, “I miss Dinah!
She’s spending another semester in China.”
He picked up his shovel.
“I swear that my love’ll
Go nowhere by staying in North Carolina.”

I tried really hard to discourage Doug Pruitt.
“The earth is too big, Doug! You’ll never dig through it!”
But Doug began digging,
And zagging and zigging,
He worked his way down. He was sure he could do it.

So blinded by love that he lost his direction,
Doug Pruitt just shrugged, “I don’t aim for perfection!”
A left turn, a right turn…  
You’d think that it might earn
Much more than a shrug and a slight course correction!

And now while he’s digging his hole I am sitting
Or sleeping above him (the weather permitting).
I can’t help but wonder
How far he’s dug under.
There’s no chance in hell that Doug Pruitt is quitting!

© 2017 David E. Miller

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A little update…

I have been neglecting WordPress lately because I’m busy writing lyrics, and collaborating with Chris Almoada on the creation of a Facebook rockabilly songwriting page. We are also producing a short promotional video (finalized 8/15/2017) to be published on YouTube. Our tentative launch date has now been pushed back to October 1st. Once we’ve launched, I’ll probably delete this post, and post a link to our Facebook page so you can have a look at it. Mainly, I do not wish anyone to think I’ve abandoned ship.

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Limerick #231

How to handle a grenade. A double limerick…

The soldier was waiting. His furlough had ended. He stood at the bus stop, depressed.
Despite the warm welcome and subsequent nights when she’d rested her head on his chest,
Pauline had confessed that she no longer loved him. She’d put her cold heart to the test.
While Skip was away, she had dated some men, and had never turned down a request   
To hop into bed.
Her clothes she would shed,
Then willingly spread
Her legs–or give head.
Her heart, like an unpinned grenade, would then burst with desire from deep down in her breast…
And when morning came, she would feel no remorse–and would even refuse to get dressed!

© 2017 David E. Miller

Limerick #230

The wailing siren…

The siren, too old to chase ships that go sailing,
Said, “I can’t keep up with the ships that I’m tailing.
There’s much to admire in
Today’s whaling siren.
But whales are fast, too! So you won’t see me whaling…”

© 2017 David E. Miller