AuburnScribbler

Soli - (A Trio of Limericks)

I have this friend called Soli,

Who’s both ease and folly,

For no-one’s around,

As I build my playground,

But in the end, I may be sorry!

I have this friend called Soli,

Who’s the cause of all my worry,

Again, I’ll overthink,

Prolong my deep drink,

And probably end up in a quarry!

I have this friend called Soli,

Who blanks out all things foggy,

I can see crystal clear,

I’m both tear and cheer,

I should stop asking, “am I worthy!?”