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.