Limericks

vivianimbriotis | Aug. 29, 2022, 1:59 p.m.

There once was someone who froze up

At a voice raised or a man struck

He lived in his head

And wrote on his bed

And was diagnosed as chronically moonstruck


There once was a forest Tasmanian

Loud with insects subterranean

And the calls of the birds

Rang out in place of words

The silence there now is just alien.


There once was a system unequal

Where property had rights much like people,

And just like with love or

Ending processing offshore

There was no time for matters cerebral


There once was a medic impudent

In his last days as a student

Addicted to reading

And hooked on daydreaming

He expulsed limerickal pollutant

About Viv

Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.