A man from Limerick
Don't inhale turmeric
There once was a man from Limerick
Who inhaled a bunch of turmeric
It was rather immature
Said the legislature
He later got the ‘ick’
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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By Deasun T. Smythabout a year ago in Poets
$#*£ Resilience
I was going to relax this evening. Tune out, hunker down, look after myself. I need it. I am exhausted. Thoroughly used up. And it's only Wednesday. Not even half way through the week. A week that in the UK, is Mental Health Awareness week. I don't know who decides these things, who gets to co-opt a day, a week, a month, and declare it a thing about a thing. But I do know a lot about mental health. I know a lot about mental health AND I know a lot about working for the UK's National Health Service. And so it was with interest that I clicked play on the below video, earlier today. By the time I finished, I was in tears.
By Hannah Moore2 days ago in Psyche
Comments (4)
A fun limerick, and a bold choice of rhyming words. Well done.
Great limerick
Enjoyed this poem 😄
Hahahaha!! LOVE this!!