A man from Limerick
Don't inhale turmeric
There once was a man from Limerick
Who inhaled a bunch of turmeric
It was rather immature
Said the legislature
He later got the ‘ick’
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
Eighteen years ago… I was born into the wind-swept lands of the prairies – where I regularly fly on dragons and battle goblin kings.
I'm a First Nation's wannabe writer, trying to survive college...
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (4)
A fun limerick, and a bold choice of rhyming words. Well done.
Great limerick
Enjoyed this poem 😄
Hahahaha!! LOVE this!!