Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #18: The Limerick
Lamar Didn’t Listen
There once was a pig named Lamar
Whose mom said, “Don’t mosey too far.”
But he wandered away
on that sad, tragic day.
Now his feet are for sale in a jar.
I went gross-ery shopping with Dad last night and wrote this great poem! (I also got awesome sour gummy earthworms—squiggly and squishy.)
Poor Lamar. He stayed on my mind all day after I read your poem.
Stealth Operation 3:
I emailed this poem to the Whole Hog Bottling Company, that makes the pigs’ feet. I bet they’ll buy my limerick for their slogan. It’s like a commercial and a safety tip all in one.
Talent show possibility: I could do a cooking demo like at the mall. Grilled ham and peanut butter sandwiches were my specialty.
Miss S said she didn’t think that was a good combination.
“Ham and peanut butter are amazing together!” I said.
“I meant you and fire, Louis,” she said. “THAT would be a dangerous combination.”