An Untitled (for reasons unknown) Limerick (A Mused Poetry Contest)

This week’s A Mused Poetry Contest says, “What could possibly be funnier than accident by hubris? The inevitable fall because of overconfident pride? The trip of the boastful athlete? The …well, you get it.”

And then goes on to suggest, “A limerick might be perfect.” Always one to follow instructions, here is my limerick which, for reasons unknown, has no title.

Are you interested in reading other poems, or maybe offering one of your own? Then you can hook up right here.

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An Untitled (for reasons unknown) Limerick

This handsome young man was in love,
well not totally, but kinda sort of.
He kneeled down to propose,
something tickled his nose,
and he blew boogers on her from below and above.

Not to boast or anything, but if I do sound a little boastful then all I can say is that like Thoreau before me, “if I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than for myself…“, so I do it for all of you, the dear, sweet, tremendously appreciated readers of this humble blog and not for any shameful feeling of superbia. But this gold medal here? That big, beautiful gold medal? The one that says right there at the top in big bold letters: “FUNNIEST OF THEM ALL!“? Yeah, that’s mine because I was the winner of last week’s contest!

What’s that? I’m very sensitive to this sort of thing and did someone just have a thought that they’d like to read last weeks winning entry? The one that brought home that gold medal up there? You can do that by clicking right here.