…but Shannon, blog diva superb, had a little limerick contest and I’m in contention to win this.  Right now I’m in next to last place šŸ™, and I sure could use a little help from my friends–if not to win, at least to boost my fragile self esteem.  She’s got a poll up and readers will determine the winner. 

AND IT’S LIMERICKS, Y’ALL– L I M E R I C K S!!!!

It’s not just about winning the prize, it’s about WINNING BECAUSE OF WRITING LIMERICKS!!!

You might not know this, but I love writing them…and reading good ones.  And winning limerick contests like the one hosted by the Mamas of Drama???  Well, that practically renders my mental faculties inert. 

See?  I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT SENTENCE MEANS!!

Pensieve’s Poetic License didn’t just happen out of the blue…seeds began sprouting for it 16 months ago when I had a limerick party; it made sense that the debut of PPL would begin with limericks.

So…whoever has the most votes by Monday morning at 8:00 CST wins.

If you don’t miMary_engelbreit_queennd voting for me as many times as the poll will allow/just kidding/no I’m not/, I sure would appreciate it!!  AND FOR MY NON-BLOGGING FRIENDS WHO SNEAK AND READ MY BLOG?  Y’ALL CAN VOTE, TOO!  CLICK HERE FOR THE POLL.

** s i g h **  Limerick Queen…I sure would like to snag that crown :).

p.s.  Here’s my entry if you wanna know what you’re voting for:


What’s at stake?  An mp3 player.
Would it help if I lift up a pray-er?
ā€œDear God, help me win
I’ll do my best not to sinā€–
All I’ve got now’s an 8-track tape player!   

And in keeping with "me", I’m afraid, writing limericks is like eating Lay’s Potato Chips…I can’t eat one of the latter, and no way in can I write just ONE of the former.  Here are the ones that didn’t make the cut; I imagine you’ll agree with the LAST LINE of the LAST POEM–

Blogging contests get my heart thumpin’
Ree and Shannon, fun prizes they’re a-dumpin’
ā€œCaption Thisā€, ā€œLimerick Thatā€
Now jump through this hat!
If they asked me ā€œHow high?ā€ I’d be jumpin’!


ā€œMean momā€ I’ve been called once or twice
By my kids, when they think I’m ā€œnot niceā€.
No, I’m not their best friend,
One day, yes, but til then,
Tough love (but with hugs), my advice.

A similar version:

ā€œMean momā€ I’ve been called once or twice
By my kids, when they think I’m ā€œnot niceā€.
I won’t buy them a cell–
Fight that battle, it’s hell!
Our convictions sure come with a price.

Shannon at Rock in My Dryer
Her contest, sure to inspire.
Limericks, we’ll write
Smart, witty, contrite—
Til, to bed, we finally retire.



I’m stuck in a limerick black hole;
Five-line rhymes pour forth from my soul.
Yikes!  I’ve got stuff to do
Pick up kids, find my shoe!
Help me stop–I’m outta control!!

Thank you and good night :).

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