Archive for March 13, 2020


My poetry class this week had us writing limericks. Here are a couple of my silly products. As I learned in the webinar I completed today, “Nothing about aging requires maturity.”

The first two do sort of relate to “My Father’s House.”

There once was a baby named Mona

Whose beginning was really a boner

She grew pretty fat

Wore glasses at that

But her mother bestowed a corona


And then there’s:

There once was a lady named Jennie

Who shone like a bright copper penny

Her body was slim

Her demeanor quite prim

But her naughty thoughts really were many

And finally, an end to this silliness

There once was a house full of people

atop of which there was a steeple

Waiting in side

A rather shy bride

whose groom looked at her though a peephole

Posted March 13, 2020 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized

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