Moon-Milk Eyes
Limerick for a muse of goddess like perceptions
I am but a lowly sailor, says I, cruelly cursing, cruising around in a messy tide
I am as messy as the wolfish sea so I sail with her, not against as I glide
On this ship I am captain, but so captivated I was by your milky starlight gaze, ocean sized
I tripped, I sunk, I subjected myself in a battered up keg of old fish eyes
They stunk and got in my toes and oh boy, I couldn’t believe it, my beloved, I was so embarrassed I could have died!
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Comments (11)
Fabulous!!! 💖💖💕
That is an epic limerick Sis , love it
Lol..this is so fun 😄
Wonderful 😊
My mother used to cook fish heads as a delicacy and I will never forget those eyes looking up at me when I opened the lid! Yuck! Fun poem.
This has humor but is also beautifully done 😍 I love your unique take and flow here 😍
This is cute!
Very cute! Made me smile!
HA! this was great!
😂😂 no more fish eyes for me 🙆♀️ very funny 😀
Lol 😆 Nice Storytelling ❤️💯😉The smell of fish 🐟 OMG 😱