As you can probably tell, I was in a very bad mood when I wrote this limerick. (Tax filing season tends to do that to me.)
But I was determined to write something using words from three different prompts in a single poem. Why? I have absolutely no idea. But here’s the product of a bud prompt, a fearless prompt and a flight prompt. For five points, can you name the person I’m describing in this limerick?
Ode To A Despicable Person
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Hey bud, don’t pretend to be fearless.
In your cowardice, you’re nearly peerless.
You took flight from your duty.
Your record’s no beauty.
You ought to be jailed and careerless.
Update: Here’s a haiku using the same three prompts, with my thanks to hubby Mark for the first two lines:
“This Bud is on me,”
Said the fearless flight steward,
Handing her a rose.