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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 he’s shit out of luck like the rest of us
Limericks
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 and 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 April 16th with only one stamp-date
4. Tag with MP2012
Publish to Mindful Poetry (and other groups as you wish)

















Comments: 30
Still smiling...
Relax, you’ve made the deadline, now appearing at Mindful Poetry.
Later when Daedalus opened a restaurant, he served Minotaur steak and hot wings. - Russian Proverb
I love the mix of limerick and myth, Stephen.
Thanks, Atticus.
Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
Thanks, Aniko