family limericks

EGYPTIAN RATSLAP
Kings and queens of every known suit
By slapping hands are rendered moot
By the rodents in the gutter,
Profanities they utter,
And the Crown Jewels they come to loot.

FINDING SAM
A sea of people stretch before me
Faces morphing in synchronicity
But, egads, in the crowd
Dyed hair endowed
And my beacon stretches up endlessly

GABBING
The most divine activity of all
Greater than giants on shoulders tall
Is yapping into an endless void
Gabbing relentless, baffling Freud,
Forever delaying our curtain call.

DT COPY
Bless each line with the gift of sight,
Comb each word’s locks coil them tight,
To join the kingdom of the confirmed
(Or so the editors have this act termed)
For public consumption these comments we write.

IRISH FAMILIES
In the throes of each Thanksgiving
Irish families talk not of living.
Instead, across the table
Each mouth talks of fable:
“Survivor,” weekly for all sitting.