Ellis and the Mirror, Limericks





When Ellis spied the big dumpster—

she hoped for riches and splendor.

She dove right in and

popped back up again,

with smiles and a magic mirror.


The Mirror

The mirror was never a jest

a magician gave it a toss.

It cursed horrible, terrible, foul

Ellis painted it pink anyhow,

now it hangs, so proud,  un-distressed.



9 April 2018


NaPoWriMo 2018


Limerick poetic form

Limericks have a reputation for sly wit, condensing a story, and being a bit risque. Here I offer two tame ones.

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