Every child is an
artist.
The problem is how to
remain an artist once we grow up.
~ Pablo Picasso
So true,
Mr. P. So true.
Obviously, immaturity is the answer!
And because
it’s still National Poetry Month,
I’m thinking a good limerick is just the ticket…
There
once was a mustache I knew,
That
wiggled with each chomping chew.
This
fine facial hair
Caused
people to stare
‘Cause
it lived on the lip of Aunt Sue.
Yep, that
totally worked.
I’m
feeling, like, loads more creative…
And I have
a strange desire to shake up all the soda cans down at the quickie-mart.
PROMPT: Save your artist self! Get
juvenile for a while and have a limerick do the trick.
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