(Posted in response to a Sunday Scribblings prompt on “curve” or “curves,” a Monday Mural picture prompt on “swoon,” and a Monday Poetry Train: “Life’s not fair.” This post also nearly fits a post at Weekend Wordsmith on “breaking the rules.”)
Bell Curve
(Limericked Cries, Right Before Your Eyes)
(Limericked Cries, Right Before Your Eyes)
My life has tossed to me a curve;
Much sooner than I should deserve.
A younger shape
Began to drape.
Dear Father Time, you’ve got some nerve!
Much sooner than I should deserve.
A younger shape
Began to drape.
Dear Father Time, you’ve got some nerve!
My bathing suit has surely shrunk,
Much earlier than I’d have thunk.
The lycra seam
Has stretched downstream,
And put me in a summer funk.
Much earlier than I’d have thunk.
The lycra seam
Has stretched downstream,
And put me in a summer funk.
This losing battle, through the years,
Reduces this adult to tears.
The bell curve calls,
As muscle falls,
And consummates my own worst fears.
Reduces this adult to tears.
The bell curve calls,
As muscle falls,
And consummates my own worst fears.