Context: Probably a year or so ago, something made a memory of childhood spring to mind–and I was surprised to find that particular morning’s-muse had inspired reminiscences of limericks.
Afterall, although, for a time, I loved writing poems, my preference wasn’t for the saucy, tongue-in-cheek kind.
But, imagination stirred, I wrote the (year old) limerick that triggered my latest post…it highlights the low-lights of avoiding ones responsibilities–and how it will cost you in the long run.
And, it is based on true story…
My own 🙂
Hello, treasures…today, I’m doing the same old song and dance(-in-my-pants)…
Which, at first read is misleading;
and, on second thought, is suggestive of an unintended/provocative, context…
However, not one for gutter-smutter, the pants in question are flannel pajama bottoms;
and the dance routine is a euphemistic cha-cha-na–whereby I lazily..(*ahem)…leisurely think up ways to trick myself into getting out of bed and ready for work.
‘Trouble is, because I’m not a deceitful person, I can easily justify my immobility whilst wiling away the minutes self-righteously reflecting on my virtuous nature.
(*”Sloth isn’t a virtue”, a niggling voice–tucked away in a dimly-lit, cocooned spot of my mind–suggests in hushed tones.)
“Easy for you to say”, I retort! “You get to lounge all day–ensconced in the warmth of your holier than thou security blanket…”
And then I take a few more seconds’-thoughts to congratulate myself on resisting the urge to add,
“And, not to be rude, (*a sure a harbinger of incivility), but if you’re whispering in hopes that it’ll make your whiny presence less irritating, you’re missing the point…
First, you’re about as unobtrusive as a mental mosquito…
Second, you can’t prick my conscience with your droning….I’m immune to needle-nose pliars.”.
(*After taking a deep breath, I reflect that there’s no benefit to turning on myself….so, I roll over and look at things from a different perspective.)
“Oh, these precious moments“, I muse…”how they lull-a-by-the-by me with the cumulative minutes that support my (prone and comfy) position.”
Then, my logical side takes a turn at tossing… and, flops–for, I simply (steam) roll over again, and condescendingly-explain,
“Sure, these, ‘just one more’–
chip-away-at-the-minutes–lays come back to bite me in the ‘Sorry, but(t)’…” (*insert late apology here…different lyrics…same melody.)
(*Pause for dramatic effect and additional stall time…)
“And, given my egghead decision to stay in bed, poor time-management heralds a host of (scrambled) perpetuating (all-day-breakfast) factors…”
(*Late for this, forgot about that…”And, not so well-rested”, reminds the gnat.)
“But what’s a perseverating, procrastinating insomniac supposed to do.?”.
(*For your elucidation, thinking in big terms prolongs the rise and pine (for long lost sleep).
Anyway, fellow bed-heads, the time has come to accept that any benefit to laz…lounging a moment longer is but a drop in the ocean…there’s a title wave of work awaiting…time to get out of my dreams and into my car (pool…just me myself and I).
Oh, and I almost forgot…
Here’s the limerick…
There once was a miser from Nantucket,
And at a dollar’s first bloom, he would pluck it.
“Oh, money tree mine; for you mountains I’d climb
But if a bill were a bridge,
I would ducat!”
As always, lovelies (which refers to both lasses and laddies)…I love that you were here! 🙂
Thank you, God bless you, ‘see you in a week or so. 🙂
P.S. Greater Context If Needed:
“Duck it” is slang for side step/avoid–and, a ducat (pronounced, duck-et) were formerly-used European currency/coins…(then–as now–I have no idea how I knew that, nor why it came to mind–but, it inspired the limerick); “(Come on, baby, do) The Loco-Motion” was penned/recorded in 1962–but I liked the (1988) Kylie Minogue version; Cha-Cha is a ballroom dance; pliars is a my combo of ply and liars (to ply is to try to convince, and needle nose is tied to mosquito reference…needle nose pliers are a tool, (said Captain Obvious); Precious Moments are collectable figurines often purchased to celebrate a birth…and, carried on from there; Lays potato chip slogan is, “I bet you can’t eat just one.”; rise and pine is my wordplay on “rise and shine”; “Get Outta My Dreams (and into my car)” was a 1988 hit for Billy Ocean.