What Mama Wants to Hear


Redneck folk reckon poems gotta rhyme
clothes-pinned at the end of a line–
so for my dear mama
I’ll suffer such trauma
and sing her this musical chime.

Prompted by Blogging U


Ugh, I think I just died a little death over the limerick form and all those rhymes, but for you, mom, who truly thinks a poem is not a poem without the rhyme… well, this one’s for you. ❤  And P.S. I didn’t mean to call you a redneck, just sturdy stock.


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