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 we’re celebrating 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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