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!?”

Comments2

  • dusk arising

    I replied to dear old soli
    digging his poetic quarry
    upon my bended knees
    dig no deeper please
    he's clearly off his trolley

    I couldn't resist joining in. Enjoyed your limerics.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read dusk arising, and bravo to your responding limerick. The sentiments within it have been well noted, thus...

      Upon reflecting on these three,
      Thoughts should be more free,
      As, if he wants to be un-cuffed,
      He shouldn't be rough,
      So, toast to more revelry!

      Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!

    • orchidee

      A fine write AS. You know his brother (or sister) Tudi - Soli-tude?!

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read orchidee, I hope that all is well, and I think I may have bumped into Tudi at some point. I have to report, that they are just as mad as Soli! Haha!



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