A lovely new faucet and sink
Decided to drip through a chink.
“Look, ma: a pool!”
Cried the poor mother’s fool.
The plumber charged $699.
“Who did this?” Dad calls to the room.
The light’s on; he’s tripped on the broom.
His belts and neckties
Are knotted, mid-thigh.
Son says, “It’s The Fortress of Doom!”
There once was a mother of four
Who never could sweep up her floor.
The clothes and the toys
Were stuck beneath boys.
Daddy wonders who taught them to swore.
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I wonder who the last one is based upon? 🤔
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All limericks listed may most certainly be based upon the writer and her week.
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I suspected as much.
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I love how you abandoned the rhyme scheme in the first one to highlight the harsh reality of the situation without losing the humor.
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😀 Thanks. That’s exactly what my thought process was: “Gotta rhyme with ‘sink’.. Oh, heck with that; that plumber was EXPENSIVE!”
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Haha!
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Nice work with all of them, Chelsea👍
But my favourite is definitely the last one.
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That was my favorite, too! 😀 Thank you.
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My pleasure😇
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Every one a gem! You have such a way of creating absolutely believable characters..
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Thank you, J. I really appreciate your taking time to read through my stuff.
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