This is all I’ve got tonight. Two measly limericks I wrote when I was a measly senior in high school for a creative writing class that focused more on grammar than on creative writing. Don’t worry; I’m working hard on that 10-page epic saga for tomorrow’s post.
There once was a girl named Adele,
Who feared she was going to hell.
She prayed while in bed
That she’d go up instead.
Did it work out? No, she fell.
Above lived a young man named Evan,
Who longed strangely to get out of heaven.
He sinned just a little
to end up in the middle,
But aimed to be back by eleven.