Poetry Tuesday

I'm not a poet, and I know it. It's slightly ironic because an old screen name of mine was i_write_poemz because in high school, I did write poems. And songs. My talents must have dried up with old age. I don't know. But here are some efforts:

Limericks:

We threw a great party for Matt,
So gathered together we sat.
When they cut the cake,
Inside was a snake,
But what do I bolus for that?!

Surely this must be a joke,
That waitress just brought me a Coke!
I found some solace
That I could just bolus
But oh what a fear it evoked!

Once when my BG was high,
I slowly started to cry.
I took a shot,
And surely I thought,
Today's not the day I will die.

In time to set out for a jog,
My head was filled up with fog.
I didn't know
My BG was low,
And I nearly tripped over my dog.

Insurance wanted to cash-in,
My test strips were carefully rationed.
One test a day
Is surely the way
To show folks you have no compassion.


Haiku:

Checking on the go
Suddenly a traffic light
Test strips everywhere

Snacking with my friends
Max bolus exceeded
Glorious pizza



That's all for now. I had to choose simple poetry forms that had easy-to-follow rules. I will also admit to using my fingers to count syllables.