three (sort of) limericks
Post-Pandemic Dress Up
Wearing satin pajamas out to dinner
I wore satin PJs out to dinner – such sartorial display’d be a winner! But neither friend noticed. Why? I’ve not the remotest. Begone, Ego, silly showoff and sinner.
Friends admiring each other’s bling – diamonds, gold! Their souls sing. A pension and husband pay the tab. Happily, I joined in the blab even as boredom took wing.
Pre-pandemic I yearned for rocks, too. Somehow now they’re spiritual goo. A lotus arising am I. (Gimme a break, sweetie pie.) Watch out! Your Pride’s saying boo!
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
I call these (sort of) limericks because 1. they’re not funny — except the joke is on me and my ego/pride 2. I may not have followed the rhythm restrictions
Last night, I indeed wore satin pjs out to a post-pandemic reunion dinner with two friends. The bottoms showed but the top was concealed beneath a sweater — we were outdoors and So Cal evenings get chilly even in June.
And, yes, invariably my two friends fell to admiring each other’s bling. I used to admire with them — and last night I did as well, except I noticed boredom taking flight rather than envy. A nice change, eh?
On the drive home, I found myself congratulating myself for being so spiritually evolved while my friends weren’t…
Until I realized this was Pride.
Judgement, too. How do I know what’s going on deep within their souls? As my pal Father Anthony used to say, “some saints wore tiaras.”
Perfect fodder for Blue Insights, I think. Thank you, Francine Fallara, for the home.
Thank you, William J Spirdione, for the tag and wondrous example of limerick-making. And thank you, dearest readers, for heading out to dinner with me.