Today’s assignment of Writing 201: poetry course had us write a poem about imperfection in the form of a limerick, using enjambement as a device.
After trying one verse with all item in it (I think), I just had fun with a few more. As a mom, imperfection goes around quite a few times!
xoxo – Irene
A washed out mom sat on the toilet
And had just put her toddler to his bed.
Thought she couldn’t take shit
As the fist of her baby boy hit
The door that is marked as private.
With running shoes on she sat on the couch
Staring on her phone at her online vouch
To run a five miles
To quit – not her style
When she slowly started she knew she’d be aroused.
The night before she put them on for show
The things she needed on the go
But baby’s morning poo
Made her forget what to do
Oh! To have your ducks in a row
Vegan Food Challenge
We’re eating vegan for a week, she said
Her family looked at her as if she was mad
Tofu stir fry on the floor
Husband shouted ‘No more!’
And ordered shoarma instead.
Finally alone time for us two
There is no limit to what we can do
Go out and sleep in
Have sex to begin
If you stop talking about the kids, you fool!