The Tale of a Whale

 

I sit here thinking to myself, "what Am I going to write about today?" A line my mother often repeated growing up that her university professor told her pops into my head - you can write about anything under the sun.

And that's true enough. You can write about any topic, any thought, a cluster of ideas, a clutch of pearls. All of this inner work to heal my inner child has gotten me in a really playful mood. And I wanted to give limericks a shot. They sound so much fun!

Tis the Tale of a Whale,

Who seemed to bewail the the shape of his tail,

For it looked to him twisted and turned,

And a straight one he yearned,

So that he wouldn't flail in the gale.