More limericks about writing emails |
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! |