Poetry Readers

Hi all! The poem for this month is a series of limericks by the one and only wonderful @Plume!

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There was a young woman from Spain
It was true she was pretty and vain
To be realistic
She was narcissistic
From her toes to her flowing brown mane

She loved to go walk in the heat
When she passed a young man on the street
He was suddenly taken
His heart was awakened
He felt his whole life was complete

He approached her with caution and charm
To show her he meant her no harm
To his dismay
She looked away
Dismissed, with a wave of her arm

He hadn’t yet given up hope
For an answer he wouldn’t take “nope”
He tried to woo her
He painted and drew her
With neglect he soon learned to cope

For she did not glance from her mirror
She thought she could not be clearer
Her one true love
Or her lack thereof
Was herself, and nobody nearer

He was blinded by his own affection
For her persona and her complexion
Yet he did not give in
He was so driven
He knew that they had a connection

He bought her the nicest of things
Perfumes, dresses, and rings
She remained cool
She thought him a fool
She was a queen who did not need a king

Then one day she sat by his side
She thought of herself and her pride
It put in perspective
Her actions rejective
She considered not being so snide

All he had done was be kind
And handsome, and smart, and refined
She thought her eyes
Had no room for guys
For herself they always did find

She hugged him close and then she said
“My dear, for me you have bled.
So much sacrificed,
And I wasn’t that nice!
So tomorrow we both shall be wed.”

The two learned significant truths
She should not live without ruth
He found that beauty
Was much more than booty
And they loved in the bliss of their youth