Slightly older and now cheaper (just like me…)
If you just can’t get enough of my shite, here’s a slightly older effort, now price-aligned to match market reality. (Yeah, dropped the price.)
This book breaks down the deceptively simple limerick meter, elucidating the often overlooked variations. To make it simple again, the variations are shown clearly in an easy-to-read table.
And of course, some of my own original smart-ass compositions are included. The only way to have more fun for 99 cents is a single brewskie or maybe a trial subscription to a porn site. But this will make you laugh, without the hangover or carpel-tunnel syndrome.
As always, leave a review on Amazon and I’ll mention you in the next work (if you wish).
-Dan (Rhyme In Time)
Oh my darling, stop giving me flap
That we never go out and you’re trapped.
Let’s go out somewhere classy
Where the rails are brassy
And the waitresses sit in your lap.
Not a taco but super burrito
Will it take to wake up my libido.
Your chorizo is stale–
How about Chippendale’s?
We can check out some class wearing speedos.
WordPress daily writing prompt (word highlighted above).
The guys at the weather-school dorm
Surrounded her front like a storm.
Max MacHot was a tool,
And the same for Trey Cool,
So she settled instead for Luke Warm.
In reply to this WordPress daily writing prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lukewarm/
In reply to this WordPress daily writing prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/clean/
Why does everything need to be clean?
It’s a modern obsession obscene.
My hair is more easy
To comb when it’s greasy,
And my toe fungus helps me stay green.
You actually want more? And it’s not a head injury, you say?
Well, if you insist: https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/category/dan/
There will be a bit of overlap but most of the work published there is not also published here. 🙂
The U.S. is scared of the clowns,
Since they’re creeping in each of our towns.
But they don’t put the scare in me
Like Trump or like Hillary,
The two jesters who fight for the crown.
This neighborhood’s brimming with trolls.
They burrow and creep just like voles.
They’re assured of their right
Just because they have might–
If so mighty, why hide in your holes?
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