Getting Ahead
A collection of limericks featuring shoes
These shoes helped the young child to stand
So they could go trek all the land
They went very far
With no motorcar
And made their way hat in hand
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She got up so high on her heels
And sauntered her way with appeal
She danced and she pranced
She was worth a glance
And strolled her style into deals
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These sneakers once were on the go
They really had been in the know
With so much to do
All this time in the zoo
Made him give up their own shadow
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There once was an old beat-up shoe
Who’d been part of every who’s who
He’d gone up the ladder
All bright and dapper
And ended his time in the poo
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Whimsical Wanderer
Narrative threads are everywhere, weaving through realms and stories. Words are vital vibrations, connecting us to deeper truths. I joyfully dance with them, co-creating tapestries of meaning that resonate beyond the page.
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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Damn! This is an excellent commentary in limerick form. Well done!