Limericks Second Batch

Another email from me

You’re lucky, you must agree

A day without me

Is a lockless key

Or a club without the glee (RIGHT?)



I wrote this early on

You know, once upon

Now hours later

Above the equator

You’re reading this, or thereupon.



I’m writing without a pen,

And wondering all about when

The year 1872—

’Cause what did writers do?

Typewriters weren’t here before then!



It’s good to have a computer

It’s like riding a cyberspace scooter

From my door to yours

Without any detours

And I don’t even need a tutor!



You know I like to write

But sometimes I suffer a blight

Either I run out of ink

Or I just can’t think

And nothing I say comes out right.



Sometimes my brain runs dry

And no matter how hard I try

I can’t find the words

They’ve left with the birds

And I simply don’t know how to fly.



As I sit here facing my yard

I try and try ever so hard

To think and be clever

To attempt and endeavor

To write but my frail mind’s barred.



The sun is out, the wind is blowing

Though I can’t see it, the grass is growing

The sky has clouds

The streets have crowds

Yet I can’t get my thoughts a-flowing.



Some people like to fight

Some dogs like to bite

But forget about them

They can’t condemn

The fact that I like to write.



Emails are a lot of fun

Things you write on the run

Things that are exciting

Like horseback riding

And other things under the sun.



G’day, my friend, g’day

It’s time for me to say

I racked my brain

Now I’m in pain

So I’ll be on my way.



We worked the market today

But the sky turned black and gray

Then it started to rain

Boy, what a pain!

But we still did fine anyway!



Today I wanted to ride

But the sun found a place to hide

While in the saddle

I got wet and raddled

While the clouds lost control and cried.



I cannot find a way

To share my boring day

But do not sorrow

Come back tomorrow

By then I’ll have something to say.



I write to inform, true,

To entertain and to share, too,

To move and to shake

To give and then take

What I get when I hear back from you.



I spend lots of time

Putting words to rhyme

I edit and shift them

Rewrite and sift them

And nobody pays me a dime.



Writing back and forth

From down south to way up north

Exchanging a word

The earth we gird

Yesterday, today, and henceforth.



In this great day and age

It’s easy to write a page

And have it be read

As soon as it’s said

And you don’t need to be a great sage.



It’s time to write again

To you with cyber pen

And in a flash,

If there is no crash,

I’ll meet you in your den.



At my desk I sit and type

My creative juices ripe

But as I go

I start to slow

And my patience begins to gripe.



This morning I left the house

To go riding with a mouse

I managed some quests

And passed some tests

Then went home to impress my spouse.



This morning I rode my mare

We made such a wonderful pair!

I took her down the track

Turned around and came back

And felt like a millionaire!