HAIRY SCARY

Once there was a hairy green comb.

That came from somewhere inside Rome.

Pulled out people's hair,

leaving bald spots there.

Now, hairy green comb has no home.

Writer's Notes: Miracles can and do happen. It's a miracle that I've written a second Limerick that will be submitted to the challenge.

Loving all the comments left by the Vocal Facebook group readers, your feedback has inspired me to write another. This time, it's HAIRY SCARY

Memories

At our rural school, we didn't learn about Limerick poems. However, I do have vivid memories of my third-grade class. During the annual Christmas gift exchange, I received two quarters from our teacher who pulled my name. For a seven-year-old, it was painful watching classmates playing with their gifts. However, that was pale in comparison to the neuralgia's sharp shocking pains on my right jaw while trying to learn and do 3rd-grade math.

When I learned about Limericks, it was in the 7th grade. The English teacher along with my classmates had great fun writing Limericks. I really struggled. The experience left an indelible impression on my brain.

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