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NaPoWriMo Day 3: A Descent Into Silly

IMG_0086Back to my original plan of dabbling in forms, rhymes, rhythms, poetics.

While an appreciator of limericks, I–quite simply–suck at them. I can never get the saucy air, the lilt that carries the reader along line to line hanging off the side of the horse, as it were. But I need to write one so let’s see what nastiness ensues. Since this blog is generally dealing with meditation, Qi, Taoist themes, I’m going for a very nonliteral Buddhist limerick.

 

There once was a young monk from Jaipur

With robes such bright orange you would die for.

        But they needed a clean

        And while in the machine

Turned so pink, he was now just an eyesore.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.