Do I fear or morbidly dread
Those nagging voices in my head
That tear at my confidence
Prick and berate my conscience
Till my self assurance has all but fled
All my creative pursuits.
Do I fear or morbidly dread
Those nagging voices in my head
That tear at my confidence
Prick and berate my conscience
Till my self assurance has all but fled
Dance and sing, drink and eat
Pour champagne, taste something sweet
Celebrate, because come tomorrow
We cannot beg, steal or borrow
The time that flies beneath our feet
Sorry, still in a bit of a funk. Thus my contribution for this week’s limerick challenge from Mind and Life Matters is a little sour rather than sweet for celebrations.
I know it’s a matter of taste
But to me, it seems such a waste
To ruin perfectly good coffee
On a pumpkin spiced latte
And an espresso roast thus disgrace
In response to Mind and Life Matters Limerick Poetry Challenge. The prompt is ‘taste’ and I couldn’t resist poking fun at the ‘pumpkin spice’ everything that appears this time of year. Save the pumpkin for pies, people!
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