The Overflowing Sink
A limerick by Sergio VanNess
I turned on the faucet to wash my hands,
But the water wouldn't stop, as if in demands,
The sink started to overflow,
And I was left with water to mow,
Oh, that overflowing sink, it's just so grand.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Sergio VanNess and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Fairy Dance
Introduction This image made me think of Irish and Welsh mythology, so I have decided on an ekphrastic casbairdne for the form, which, although quite short, is a very difficult form, and this is my first attempt. I did find this very hard, but hopefully I made it work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Poets
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 20 hours ago in Petlife
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.