Day 2 of Writing 201: Poetry is all about limericks, alliteration and the writing prompt journey. I have never tried writing limericks before but have to admit it is one of the most fun kinds of poetry I have written. I worked on the alliteration but not so sure I succeeded there completely, will continue working there.
Your thoughts and comments are very welcome on my little ditty.
I once saw a Rastafarian bloke ringed in smoke.
Baiting a hook, he chuckled and joked.
Laidback and on a mission,
He started his fishing expedition.
Drawing in deeply, he choked on his toke.
He tossed his line into the brine.
Straightening his spine, he watched for a sign.
His twine soon broke.
His fishing revoked,
He reclined under a pine, pondering better times.
Rainbows and unicorns appeared, painted in tie-dye;
As he sucked on his bong, earning a welcome high.
Fate decided, still misguided,
He stood up and collided
With supple thigh of a dreadlocked diva and her evil eye.