I wanted to title this something different, but worried that my chosen title might cause problems entering the United States in the future so this is the new title. It's the greatest title. No one has ever written a title better than this. (All titles unrelated to content).
Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
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Hehe, love it ♥︎♥︎👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
The Mistress of Rhyme strikes again!!! I also love the image - so proud of his stick, which is as big as he is.
Kelli you killed it again. Why you are my fav.
This is one of those poems I reserve for those who should never go there. I love the wording Kelli!
No doubt, lol! Nicely done.
Love this limerick so much, Kelli. I want the doggo in the picture, lol
this one gave me an LOL
What a great limerick and a very good job. Love the image.