DAY 6 for Poetry Month

(Every once in a while, all poets have to write Limericks…)

“AMBIVALENT FOLLY”

            In pursuit of ambivalent folly,

            Quite torn between Martin and  Molly

            A fine, earnest youth

            Who knew not his own truth,

            Sat scratching his head, thinking “Golly…

            There’s virtue in either decision,

            And though I might suffer derision,

            They’re both fair of face,

            And are not common-place

            And life always allows for revision.

            When finally his choice was fine-tuned,

            Late, sad complications ballooned,

            For Martin and Moll’

            To each other, by goll’

            Had married – his passions harpooned!

© Sally Stevens 2010