At a recent writer’s group meeting, the only female member of the group who was present was the organizer. She (CB) told the other writers who were present she had stepped on something on her floor at home. She had been stocking footed and what she had stepped on went through her sock and punctured her foot. After she bandaged the wound she looked to find the culprit. She had no success. It was a mystery and she wanted to find the object.
After she was back at home she looked harder and found a tiny shard of glass that had blood stains on it. No longer was the puncture a mystery. She emailed the members who had been present to let us know that poltergeists were not at work and that all was well!
This is the sort of thing about which ballads are written. Yeah, right! Rather than a ballad I’ve written a set of limericks.
There was a young lady – CB,
Who saw blood from her foot running free.
She asked with a sigh,
“I wonder why?
There’s nothing that should have hurt me.”
She quickly patched up the leak
And then she started to seek
Down on the floor
Whatever did bore
Her foot (and thus havoc did wreak).
Her first search seemed in vain
She looked little because of the pain.
She told this tale
To a group of males
But the telling brought her no gain.
To know not the cause was so hard,
But the options were not all barred.
She looked with a light
And soon did she sight
A bit of glass, one tiny shard.
There was blood on the glass – just a trace.
To her computer she did then race.
And then she did tell
Us that all was well.
And she did it through cyber-space.
Having written the above, I came to the conclusion that it is difficult to get both the cantor and the rhyming right in a limerick. This thought caused me to write one more (unrelated to CB) limerick.
Writing limerick’s is quite a chore,
Kind of like writing a score.
Please do not scoff
If my cantor is off,
Or I’ll threaten to write some more.