Limber Limericks

How do you feel today?

Have your worries gone to lay

At the bottom of ditches

While your heart is in stitches

And you wait for the glory of May.

Ghosts move through the grass

Wringing their hands around a sweet lass

Whose pale lips move inaudible

Her famed beauty applaudable

As she fades to as pale as glass.

The wind plays with a long-haired girl,

Her skin the colour of the purest pearl,

Stealing away her breath

Hinting at an untimely death

Beneath the waves the sirens twirl.

A needle poses above the skin

Of a marked girl with a wolfish grin

She laughs as it dances

And her chance advances

Until beneath the thin the colours spin.

Sultry eyes in a vacant face

Fingers wiggling until they lace

Together with thumbs tapping

An old man at her hand lapping

As she spurs on the inevitable chase.