To everyone who has ever loved anyone. To anyone who has ever loved everyone. To lovers, to haters, to procrastinators. To moms, to dads, to everyone, everywhere, this is for you.
I’d like to thank each of the people below who have made this journey of words an incredibly special series of moments for me. I have deep respect and admiration for each of you in how I have come to know your unique personas.
And without further ado, please allow me to rhyme with you…
Let my words be heard, Lady McDougall,
With love to spread, I shall not be frugal,
I laugh, then pee
When reading thee
And love the sounds of your bawdy bugle.
What’s up Doc? It’s about time that we talked
Unsure where you were when the world got rocked
But here you are now
You are the how
Earth’s vibration just went up a whole notch!
True Man the Terry was quite contrary
When a Bard barged in mindlessly merry,
My rhymes are tricky!
Well, I’ve got a Wiki!
Now let us ask, who’s the dingleberry?
From first ink your pen did mighty words flow,
Dashing and darting from hither to fro.
My crown is right spacious;
My mood is quite gracious;
Thy truce accepted, your equal unknown.
Lavishly lost in your sweet gravity
You are the one I was coming to see
Tagged all around
Lost and then found
A moment again, forever we meet.
If I wrote a song, I’d let you sing it
I feel the love and know you would bring it
The Light inside me
Sets us both free
Your Light is Fire, let’s keep that flame lit.
Entirely bonkers, like all the best
“Standing on the Moon” to at first impress
One at a time
Will do just fine
I dig what you lay down, I must confess.
A lonely sadness ate at my gladness
I failed you twice to call from my madness
Write me now
Solemn my vow
Will you be the light to bright this darkness?
To the World:
A Limerick We All Can Relate To
When given a choice between war and love;
When words become weapons of push and shove,
There’s also a kiss
Because everyone is someone’s true love.
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but most of all, choose Love.
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players…”
The True King Bard, WS
This is ALL possible because of the Good Doctor’s prompt:
“An invitation to limerick about love.”