Monday's Limerick

How horrid it is to awake

At four am during spring break

The week’s just begun

But I think it’s fun

To get up right on time and not flake

On my dearest of friends who requires

Assistance with all she aspires.

Her plan to go flying

Includes me driving

But I do it, cause she, I admire.

A wonderful chat on the way

“I’ll miss you so much,” we both say,

A hug and a prayer

Then out of the air,

A wonderful start to my day.

An old country tune fills the air

As I, with tired eyes, only stare

At the road up ahead

While in my head

I’m filled with such wonder and care

For God up above who just listens,

As my sleep deprived eyes slightly glisten

Has given me strength

With such depth and such length,

A child of his, am I christened.

The hour’s too early to think

So after my praying I just blink

Away all my thoughts

And rub out my knotts

As I make it back with ne’er a chink.

Alas I have misplaced my key

But with shocking a-gil-it-y

A guard comes a-skipping

Surprising - the skipping -

But he lets me in, sans a plea.

So happy am I to be warm

And the sheets, they work just like a charm

At bringing me sleep

So my dreams they will keep

To the actual dawn of the morn.

Now four, plus some more, makes eleven

Each hour a blessing from heaven.

Now leaping awake

My arm almost breaks

By the way, the “some more” equals seven ;)

An afternoon spent with dear Charlotte

Deep conversations allotted

To time in the car

While once in the store

She just studies, while I give a sho-ot.

I’m afraid that my skills come up short

When rhymes I am trying to contort

So I can make sense

Before we commence

To the store so that meals, we assort.

And now I feel ever so silly

And the day grows more and more chilly

So now it is time

To collect all my dimes

And bid all of you fond farewell.

P.S. We plan on watching Hugo, and the week is shaping up to be very lovely indeed. Also, I apologize for the quality of this poem. Limericks are especially hard for me to do. Plus, poetry is hard to write when I'm happy. It flows much more easily when I'm depressed. Here's an example of a better limerick in my opinion. :)

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