There once was a Mom who was sick,
From cleaning up way too much ick,
She did her best to recover,
Staying under the covers,
Reduced to writing bad limericks.
It’s all I got besides a nasty case of the flu. That’s why you all must pray for my recovery or this may become a blog of short, delusional poems.
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I believe that above all else we want to be loved. Motherhood is one of the greatest platforms for learning about ourselves, each other and acceptance. My children have been two of my greatest teachers and I know I have so much more to learn from them. Lucky me.
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2 thoughts on “The Limerick”
lol! u r funny…but I know that as you wrote this you must have felt awfully crummy. I sent a prayer to Jesus for your good health to return 🙂
That was a bad day and the only thing that kept popping in my head over and over was this limerick. Who am I to fight the creative process, right?