Black, or: A somber shade

A limerick

'You wear black to a funeral,' they frowned,
'Or at least a somber shade of brown...'
'No, no... I won't!' Joey rose,
Donning silly shoes and nose,
To better honor his father Bozo the Clown.

Twiglets #322

you wear black

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

56 thoughts on “Black, or: A somber shade”

  1. Haha. Good one. Some traditions seem rather pointless to me–wearing a white wedding dress (when very few brides nowadays are virgins), black to funerals, not wearing white after labor day…

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