Limerick: drink drank drunk
The old drunk had quit the drink
And no one knew what to think
But what was bizarre
Was he took it too far
He died, dehydrated beside a sink
“I don’t believe I’ve ever chortled.”
“I do all the time, especially when I think about my life.”
“You’re right, it’s more of a braying.”
It’s gonna happen this time.
I’m going to eat until I vomit
Then I’ll eat some more
Because I can.
I’m going to drive a monster truck
Wherever I want and smash
Cars and buildings.
I’m going to bring back dinosaurs
Ride them down the street
Day and night.
“Should we sing the song?”
The song’s not important, just the wish.”
“Okay then sweetie,
time to make a wish,
and blow out your candles.”
“As your father, I have to ask,
must we do this every year?
you’re twenty five now.”
I’ve rummaged through previously unfinished work with fresh eyes in an attempt to clear the clutter.