Poetry – Journey Limerick, Oh God

(Because Limerick should stay a place, not be a poem!)

 

There was a young man on a journey
From Jaberwocky to Jamburry*
He jetted and jived
As he jolly jump dived
But he never went to see Journey.

 

There was a man on his travels
Whose sweaters always unraveled
But he carried some string
Some very fine thing
And knitted while walking on gravel.

 

I knew of a man from Kearney
Who said he went to see Journey
He wore crazy sweaters
Said they were better
And he did travel to Burney

*Not a real place, but who said these had to be real words?

Oh my gosh. I have never been a fan of limericks. Partly because they never turn out right in my opinion. And these are far from right. They are so out of left field. I wanted to write about journey as a metaphor. Partly because I am dealing with online dating. (that is so much of a journey) But I couldn’t get the word ‘journey’ out of my head. So these are really really bad limericks!  But how can you not laugh?

 

Enjoy. Maybe tomorrow will be better. And maybe I can play around with ‘journey’ as a metaphor later.

 

Kate