While I was looking up Egg references for Egg Phrases a few days ago, I also wondered if my Fable and Phrase Dictionary had anything to say about ‘Laurel’, knowing at least two idioms attached to the word: ‘rest on one’s laurels,’ and ‘look to one’s laurels’. I was quite happy to find this entry:
Poetry and Laurel pairs nicely it seems. So today, since it is my Writing Friendship friend Laurel’s birthday, it seemed appropriate to write some Laurel poetry. And why not a limerick? or two?
A poet who swears by the laurel
preferring the green over floral
cares not a fig;
she sleeps on a twig!
Her lightning bolt verse brooks no quarrel
A birthday verse for Ms. Laurel Jean
celebrating more than seventeen.
Though she’s forty something
she’s all out or nothing,
presence gifted – surprising, foreseen.
© 2016 – Laurel Archer