My Unreasonable Complaint (Limerick)

My Unreasonable Complaint (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I’m not hot. There’s no sweat on my brow.
I’m not cold. Yes, I’m forced to allow
That the last sev’ral days
Have had moderate rays.
So what will I bitch about now?

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2 Responses to “My Unreasonable Complaint (Limerick)”

  1. Konrad Schwoerke says:

    What will Mad have to bitch about now?
    More than two thousand verses allow.
    If I had a cold heart,
    I might say she could start
    With those trenches that furrow her brow.

    Just kidding, Mad! Seriously, you look lovely. Um, this isn’t going to affect how you decide the Limerick-Off is it? Did I mention how much I like your limerick?

  2. z. alexi says:

    Whenever you need cooled off, Mad, grab some ice water & watch this penguin ski. [Type your your name in box & scroll below it…& watch the penguin GO-o-o-o!]: snow