Have you ever wondered how much time is squandered just waiting around, for something, anything or nothing at all? Shocking!
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What better way to pass a rainy Sunday afternoon than making up limericks? Beats crossword puzzles. Here are a few from a brain of nonsense.
I’m waiting to see what’s about to go down
No way to figure it out.
Just wait for a sign
A limerick to rhyme,
And ready for a good walkabout.
I’m waiting around for the demon to give ground
And head for its bottomless home,
And give me some space
There’re still dreams to chase
I’ve gnawed my nails to the bone.
We’re waiting around for Moses to come down
And plead to the Pres for us all.
We’re tired of the masks,
It’s too much to ask.
To hell with the axe, let it fall.
I’m searching for apps to give me a clue
To help get through the pain.
My joints are aflame
I’m out of lidocaine
It can drive a sane man insane.
I’m waiting around for the music to stop
I have my eye on a chair.
The Dow soars too high,
I’m afraid it will die
My stash is just mostly thin air.
I wait no longer for fame to arrive
It’s much too late for that.
My moment of glory
It’s the same sad story
I’ll soon have to pass the hat.
I’m waiting around for my ballot to come
To save me from standing in line.
If I didn’t know better
I’d blame the weather
But Pelosi has her own plan in mind.
I’m waiting around for the smoke to clear
Common sense to enter the fray.
Common jobs are praised
Common ground’s not a grave
And skies are not cloudy all day.
I’m waiting around for truth to be found
And experts are sent back to school.
We’ve followed their guise
It’s a full pack of lies
It seems we’re the greater fool.
I’m waiting around with my ear to the ground
To hear what’s coming my way.
The rumble is loud
It comes from the clouds
I think He has something to say.
I’m waiting around for moods to calm down
And give us some space to breathe.
When attitude turns mild
And puts on a smile
The mobs will cease to seethe.
I’m waiting around for mountains to move
And water gets turned into wine.
When all lives matter
Cuts through the chatter
Consensus will be easier to find.
I no longer wait for my ship to come in
For wishes all to come true.
For lately it seems
They were all only dreams
And ghosts were my motley crew.
I’m waiting around for the sun to go down
When the blue neon light sets the hue.
I head for a brew,
I hope to see you
And talk about life all anew.
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Waitin’ around…what better way to let things just sort themselves out on their own? They always do. Enjoy yourself in the process.
Bud Hearn
September 14, 2020