Susan Senator

[I cannot find the old limericks that I removed due to criticism so I will make NEW ONES up as best as (asbestos) I can. Here are my pies! Photo by Neddy the Sweet]

Silliness and 3.14

There once was an anonymous gent
Whose emails were of a sexy bent
Each email I'd get
Put me in such a sweat
That I found him to be heaven-sent

There once was a reader from L.A.
Who only had flattering things to say
His hot comments on my blog
Made me go so a -gog
That I'd share them with Ned right away.

There, too, was a reader from Brookline
Who seems to like me just fine
I am curious to know
If he is so-and-so
Does he live near the C or D line?

There once was a house big and old
Susan saw a castle through its mold
She convinced Ned to buy
Though the price was sky-high
After seven years he still isn't sold. (thanks Ned!)

There once was a woman who baked good pie
She made it with corn meal, and this is why
The crust was so sweet
Made the pie exquis-ite
And it made her spouse fall to his knees and cry

The aroma of pie-bake fills the house
So good a smell not even Ben will grouse
there's blueberry, there's squash
They'll make such a good nosh
I need to protect them from that wily mouse!



An autism mom learned how to belly dance
She loved how the music put her in a trance
She practiced so hod
To shake well her bod
But all that occurred were wellfitting pants

There once was a software geek Ned
Who had numbers and shapes in his head
But he met up with Sue
Who showed him what to do
And if I told you more my face would be red!

There once was a crabby boy Ben
Who liked Legos and things of that ken
He'd build and he'd build
Until he had his fill(d)
Then break 'em apart, and begin again.

There was a young autist named Nat
Who acted as skittish as a cat
He's pace and he'd stim
Looking graceful of limb
Even Resperdal could not make him fat

Oh Max you are last, but you are not least
You are off somewhere wearing clothes a-creased
You're lovely, you're kind
You have your Dad's mind
I think life for you will be quite a feast.

Speaking of feast, T-day is near
With turkey, pies, and family dear
We'll drive to my folks'
We'll tell some bad jokes
With love we all find there is nought to fear.