dVerse Poets Pub today has a limericks prompt hosted by the wonderfully clever Madeleine Begun Kane and Gay Reiser Cannon. Limericks are naturally pretty humerous–but I tried here, for a change, to write linked limericks that tended towards the nostalgic rather than funny. (For purposes of this poem, Margaret should be read as a two syllable name.)
Old Campground
What I think of the most is the scent–
a blend of grilled hot dog and tent–
the back yard’s wet grass
(all gone now alas)
our campground a field of cement–
And where did we go who were there?
Dear Margaret with long braided hair–
And Susie, her sis,
who always would hiss
that she’d go tell their mom we weren’t fair–
We swore that we’d never betray
the friendship we pledged everyday–
But soon we forgot
that closeness we sought–
each going her own separate way.
Till now, when I’m back in that time
when Marg’ret’s braids flopped next to mine
on sleeping bag’s hood
at the edge of a wood
and our life seemed so damp but so fine,
when all life seemed so damp but so fine.
And here’s one that’s just plain silly (and a bit more traditional):
Novice No More
There was a young student of love;
as a novice, she cooed like a dove,
but once she excelled,
oh then, how she yelled,
pleasing Profs both below and above.
(My apologies.)
ManicDDaily 
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