I found out today that April is national poetry month. Poetry is sadly neglected in modern life. It is an art form solely dedicated to beauty, expressed in language. What is it about modern life that we think we don't need more beauty?
In celebration of the month, I intend to scribble a poem every day. I will publish some of them here. Maybe all of them. Depends on how much Jameson's Irish whisky I take as I compose.
The first one is a limerick I composed on the fly for my son when his schoolteacher told him to write a limerick for a school assignment and he asked how it was done. I dedicate it to the pastor at our local church, Fr. Michael Flannery, who was born in Limerick, Ireland. What the heck.
There was a fine fellow named Gore,
Who hungrily ate more and more.
He scarfed twenty beets
And four cases of meats
And threw them up on his new floor.