Poems (including Limericks)

Just like that

Just like that The holidays were over, tourists gone And the café’s lone writer Who had been taking up valuable space Was again an old friend And for his generous tips insufficient Was now warmly thanked, Even blessed.   2… Read More ›

The Last Limerick

Limerick 155 When Shakespeare hit one hundred and fifty-four, Of his sonnets, William (Sir Francis or Wren, Christophore) confessed, “Posterity schmosterity, I can write no more.”   And so I, in my dotage, reaching limerick one fifty-five, Hazily hear my… Read More ›