Friday, May 27, 2011

Cloudy with a Chance of Mackenzie

Mackenzie thought she was a cloud
Sometimes fluffy or wispy or loud.
She’d flit through the house,
Roaring words she’d douse--
Like weather uncertain, but proud.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Theme Thursday

4 comments:

Betsy said...

Love this! The perfect analogy!

Mary said...

Nice writing here!

beccagivens said...

Laurie - this is great!! I love the cleverness of limericks ... well done!!

Steve Isaak said...

Fun, smile-inducing.