v shaped log with an axe

An Imperfect Limerick

there was a young man that I worshiped
who had a strange disease (let’s call it ‘perfect’)
but as the doctor explained
it could not be contained
yeh I suppose that’s really why I divorced him

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

  • This is my response to the Blogging University course Writing: Intro to Poetry (Day 5 ImperfectWe find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them. 
  • Daily Prompt: Witty
  • I’m part of Post A Day 2017
  • Location: Blackheath (Australia)

axe in a woodpile


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