Day 5 of the Year Apart (and Sometimes Not)

Day 5

Davis sent this prompt:

"Monday, January 8:

Write 3 limericks. Send me one in the Morning, one in the Afternoon, and one at Night."

Here are the results:

Morning (Davis)

I woke up with my head in a knot

From an illness I seem to have caught

My throat’s sore and dry

There’s gunk in my eye

I can barely write poems through the snot

Morning (Charles)

Today I caught a few waves

Out there in the Surf I could stay

But life’s full of stuff

And the waves were enough

To ensure that I have a great day

Afternoon (Davis)

As if God finally heard all our pleas

Walking down for my Vietnamese

The rain falls and it drops

And I pray never stops

Lest it end up a terrible tease

Afternoon (Charles)

In class today we were clapping

The rhythms of tripl-ets tapping

We were trying to find

“The feeling of time”

But it just seemed like lots of hands slapping

Evening (Davis) 

This illness has been all but gentle

My dinner soup: Indian lentil

The Bama game’s on

And I watch through a yawn

While we execute straight fundamentals

Evening (Charles)

The chef of the night was named Dao

The Thai food she made was, like, “Wow!”

I made a big plate

And I ate and I ate

As much as sweet Dao would allow