AN ODE TO A SPECIAL BLOKE

The Highlight of My Day

When the bad boy rides into town, the marks go down

The man sits on his trusty steed, And rides into the night. Tall body tensed with urgent need, His poise an awesome sight.

A quick-draw kid — no time to bide, There’re writers’ words to cover. A leather holster at his side, Containing sticks of colour.

Authors wait with bated breath, Adversary unseen. Then suddenly, a virtual death — Their stuff is turning green!

Who is this legend of the dark? A myst’ry man of fear? He comes and goes, and leaves his mark On all our words, once clear.

We’ll never know what makes him tick, Or why he rides the night, To turn the tales we think as slick Into a gruesome sight!

I wrote this limerick to celebrate David Perlmutter and his highlighter, but I also want to thank all the supportive, engaging people on Medium. I have so many awesome Medium friends that I‘m bound to miss a few. If I’ve missed you, please forgive me — I’m pleading senility.

Louise Foerster, Will Hull, pockett dessert, Carlos Garbiras, Susan Alison, May More, Denise Darby, Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg), Mark Starlin, Mark Tulin, Bev Potter, Christopher Robin, Krystal Mossbarger, Elizabeth Emerald, Art Bram, Kristen Stark, Carolyn Hastings, Denise Larkin, Jacinta Palmer, Don Drewniak, Alan J. Schwarz, Jennifer McDougall, Hollie Petit, Ph.D., David Martin, Ripley J. Cloud, Paul Mansfield, Liberty Forrest, Author, CleverandWtf, Janet Meisel, Frank T Bird, Yana Bostongirl, Barb Dalton 🇺🇦, Jess the Avocado, Mary DeVries, Mary Chang Story Writer.

Thank you David Perlmutter for the messes you make on everything.