There once was a man from Nantucket . . .

Of course you all know that I don't really celebrate holidays much. But I tend to remember St. Patrick's Day because that was the day (2 years ago) that we moved into our house.

So as I flipped over the February page on my calendar and saw St. Patrick's Day looming in March, my mind immediately began thinking in limericks. I can't help it. It does this every year. Usually, I just silently think this way until St. Pat's Day passes and I can resume my "normal" thought patterns.

But this year I decided to write a few of them down and post them here, for you to mock and laugh at - both me and my silly poems. So here you go. . . (and note, contrary to proper limerick form, mine are all rather benign and appropriate. Nor do I always follow proper syllable rules. C'mon, these are just the random wanderings of my March thoughts.)

There once was a Bainbridge Isle mama,
Who thought she would raise a pet llama,
The neighbors complained
E’en though it was tamed
‘Cuz she named the foul creature Obama

There once was a soccer mom junkie,
Who lived most her life feeling funky.
Her minivan life
Might've caused her much strife
Except that her husband was hunky.

There once was a young, naïve Mormon
Considered herself her home’s “Foreman.”
But her kids were so wild
She often reviled,
“I’m really an underpaid Doorman.”

There once was a mom cooking dinner
Who thought, “This meal sure is a winner.”
The kids all said, “Gross!”
So they just got toast.
The mom shrugged, “I guess you’ll get thinner.”

There once was a sleep-in-late slouch
Whose wife had become quite a grouch
“You make that damn bed,”
His sleepy wife said,
“Or tonight you will sleep on the couch.”

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Are you feelin' that Irish spirit!? Let me know if you come up with some limericks of your own and I'll link to them.