Too Hot to Handle
Once a proud, flyng son known as Icarus
Feathered wings glued with wax sure made quite a fuss
He flew too close to the sun
Plumes unglued, every one
Now heâ€™s shit out of luck like the rest of us
Let's lose ourselves to Limericks, a form designed to entertain with mirth or a tsk-tsk-tsk, but uttered with twinkling eyes and a smile.
If you are new to this group or contest, go here to learn more and then come back to participate in today's challenge.
Follow these rules:
1. Follow the form, which is a five-line poem andÂ rhyme scheme a-a-b-b-a.
2. Today's prompt: no prompt! Limericks are made for laughter.
3. Publish so that the date stamped is AprilÂ 16th with only one stamp-date
4. Tag with MP2012
Publish to Mindful Poetry (and other groups as you wish)