‘Hope’ by Emily Dickinson
There once was a birdie called “Hope”
who would sing when the soul couldn’t cope.
It would tweet in the storm
keeping so many warm,
yet did it ask a crumb of me? Nope.
‘This is Just to Say’ by William Carlos Williams
There once were some plums in the fridge.
But your breakfast rights…I’ve now abridged.
Please forgive! Don’t withhold!
They were SO sweet and cold!
I enjoyed them much more than a smidge.
There once was a passionate soul
With his heart set on only one goal
That the one he desired
Would requite his wild fire
(Else he’d maybe go live in a hole)
There once was a rich man named Tony
Who was just, though he came off as phony
His best tech and intent
Couldn’t curb his mad bent
To fight civil wars versus his cronies
There once was a rich man named Bruce
Tragic loss let his inner bat loose
So he pounded on crime
But spent nary a dime
Fighting systemic harm and abuse
So Limerick’s a place that I’ve been to
And I wouldn’t mind going again, too!
But I’d book really early –
Avoid football games, surely!
And I’d room where there’s hot water, then (woo!)