Amusing Nighttime Limericks

A place for limericks I wrote at night.

Not a limerick, but a couplet I wrote in hs. How quaint :p

June 1, 2017

Clinging to Structure

I knew there could no longer be an alliance,

Now comes decision night and preluding silence.

Predictably heart and brain disagree

Making it impossible to part heart’s delusions from reality.

Heart cries, “He’s cruelly inhumane!

I’m the human in you. I am you, we share the same pain.”

“He’s gone insane” deduces brain with disgust,

I’m perplexed, oblivious to whom I should trust.

Amidst the confusion, the inevitable duel is realized

Now must come the murder between them that despise.

Wielding the blunt club charges forward my heart.

Brain aims a precise, rigorous dart.

The winner’s reasoned excuses undergo thorough negation,

why is no one here to alleviate the pain of isolation?

I see, uncomforting structure is all he can provide

That have no chance to restore the happiness that’s denied.

September 5, 2020:

An Impersonal Execution

Twelve angry men entered the room,

without AC, they started to fume,

In quite a restless hurry

they submit their vote as a jury,

condemning this boy to his doom.

September 25, 2020:

A Monstrous Mystery

The boy stood still before her grave.

While others wept, he struggled to behave.

Then with rising panic and bile,

He broke a sick, twisted smile,

and cried, “I will never be your slave!”

October 5, 2020:

A Rail of Thorns

Whenever I stumble and then get stuck,

I endure my daemon: it’s taunting amok.

Desperately I wail,

and cling to the rail,

which pulls me further down into the muck.

Commentary: Metaphor for paranoia. Not my best, but it’ll do in this format.

To make the rhythm consistent in lines 1, 2, and 5, the wording is somewhat ungraceful.