Happy Birthday, Me

Posted in limerick by maggie on 2012/02/16

The older one's age gets, the less angelic
one's dreams become. It's all too psychedelic
       how what once felt complete
       goes quickly obsolete.
Happy birthday, me! I'm now a relic!

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  1. clarioretenebris said, on 2012/02/16 at 20:04

              A birthday for men might embellish
              gray beards, while for women it’s hellish
                   to become an antique,
                   except you. You’re unique –
              such relics are ones one can relish!

    Happy birthday, you! You’ve infected me with your limerick bug! I might need a limerick immunization shot!

    Or a birthday bet. Before you’re one week older? The usual stakes? Expect to see it.

    P.S. Help me out. Space my birthday kiss limerick for me?

    • maggie said, on 2012/02/18 at 12:45

      OK that one sure went down quick. Can we please change decks? And gimme a smoke why don’t you, I’ve got some catching up to do on all you’re taking me for.

    • maggie said, on 2012/02/20 at 06:41

             Here’s a judgment what’s not adversarial,
             ’bout how limericks’re suited for burial.
                    If one can’t find good rhymes,
                    just die eight or nine times.
             It ain’t perfect, but it’s damn actuarial.

      • macheide said, on 2012/02/20 at 09:46

        You might force me to seek restitution
        via a good ol’ Texan electrocution
        so your limericks would get fried
        ’til they’ve died and they’ve died
        (and they’ve died and they’ve died
        and they’ve died and they’ve died
        and they’ve died and they’ve died)
        which would be but divine retribution.

        • maggie said, on 2012/02/20 at 19:21

                 Yeah well, you know how it’s rather unnerving
                 to find limericks th’cliffs t’where one’s swerving.
                        It’s mere righteous congruence
                        how with such bad influence —
                 Hell, it’s hell what th’hell one’s deserving!

  2. macheide said, on 2012/02/16 at 23:19

    Watch out, this relic’s gonna really rollick her coming year!

    Anyway, less relic than keepsake. For Keeps as one of your poems says so well. Worth the very best, valued for every moment you give to those who love you.

    Happy birthday, Maggie.

    • maggie said, on 2012/02/17 at 06:28

      Partly because of your help, I do look forward to seeing my next one. Thank you.

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