I write a lot of limericks!
Normally they are rude, crude and indecent as most limericks are.
But sometimes the form carries me off to other fields -

THE BEACH

I went to the beach on this day
Was hoping for waves come to play
But the sea was all lumpy
I think it was grumpy
And the sky was a little bit gray.

So I only walked on the shore
For miles, and a little bit more
But when I came back
I had lost my track,
The waves all had wiped out my spoor!

And thinking of Omah again,
(He�s all that is keeping me sane)
We once pass this way,
A very short day,
And then we�re erased once again.

So when I am gone from this shore
I�ll ask this one little thing more,
(In red wine, I think)
For me have a drink,
Rejoice, for this life is not poor!

For I have had books, and some bread,
And you there �neath boughs over head.
For life is to live,
Take what it will give
And leave it while you�re fully fed.

That grumpy and lumpy sad sea
Must answer for saddening me
But life can�t be smooth
In one single groove
No lows would mean highs couldn't be!

JEMcL - Aug 1998