Author Archives: Vickey Wollan

Its walk is kind of quirky jerkyThe smile on my face becomes perkyIt doesn’t fly highWon’t look you in eyeI love visits from the wild turkey

Authors might resort to using a hookAnything less than being a crookSigning pen, they bidePost art far and wideThe things writers do to sell a book

My genes say I’m an Irish chick I’m part of a grand Gaelic clickMy gift of the gabA clover to nabIt’s why I wrote this limerick

This cherub can’t fly like a sparrowThe creature’s wings are small and narrowIt’s not a rogue stuntThe heart it will huntMay you get shot with Cupid’s arrow

You keep your inner child alive, right?Fill the world with great goodness and light?Don’t make us boo-hoo.You know you want to.Join the uproarious snowball FIGHT!

You don’t want to miss it. Goodness, no.You will mess up your holidays, yo.He comes on one night.Leaving the world bright.It is Santa’s jolly, “Ho, Ho, Ho!”

Okay, maybe I’m a bumpkinBut, not so far as a lumpkinSheepish when pressedReally obsessedI love all food made with pumpkin

Feel pounded by all that life bringsWish you could just grow tiny wingsAvoid the smotherSupport each otherEnjoy the precious little things

Refuse to get caught in the mireDon’t focus on things called direPut up a bold fightShine a beaming lightPut forth actions that inspire

Summer’s heat isn’t polarIt’s truly more than solarGolden rule to heedSeeking cool the needCan’t find chill with a troller