I don't pretend to think I am attractive, witty, or interesting. My life with this disease leaves so many thoughts cramped in my brain that I cannot get rid of them and all of their pain. So, at times, I take it upon myself to vent through the only art form with which I am familiar: poetry.
For January I have chosen the Limerick. Limericks are fun, simple to write, but can also carry weight. So below you will get to read my Limerick for the first week of the year 2025.
Limerick #1 Goals
So,now it is a new year.
Let me make one thing clear:
A new goal was made,
And plans were laid,
To shove more lines in your ear.