3 stereotype-perpetuating poems by Paul Burgess [2 limerick and a “Brats” quatrain]
“An Evil Stepmother [or Stepfather’s] Threat”
“The next time you are sent to your room,
I’ll ensure that you meet with your doom.
You’ll be there alone
‘til skin falls from bone
And you’re fit to be placed in a tomb.”
“An Evil Stepmother or Stepfather’s Warning”
“If you forget to wash your own plate,
I’ll smash it on top of your pate.
If your plate’s still not clean,
I will batter your bean
With the plate off of which you just ate.”
“A Sea of Yellow Sorrows”
Incontinent was little Brett.
His mother said, when quite upset,
“To your bed, I’ll tie you down.
Keep on wetting, and you’ll drown.”
Evil indeed – I don’t know which is worse; rotting in a room for your crimes or being beaten with dirty pottery! Engaging beat in the first one; there’s nothing like the musicality of a good limerick 🙂
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Thank you! I love limerick’s rhythm; it makes even gruesome ideas sound light.
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Love the title of the 3rd! 🙂
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thank you! I change titles often, but maybe I’ll keep this one.
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