It is impossible for me to escape
My congenital rotund shape
With which I was born
Oh it makes me forlorn
I wish I was not a grape
When they pluck me from my tree
And squeeze the hell out of me
My shape will become flat
I’ll be placed into a vat
Soon I’ll be a nice chablis
(To be enjoyed with a slice of brie)
As liquids take the shape of their container
I’ll soon be put through a strainer
To be shaped like a wine bottle
To be laid down horizontal
After a cork becomes my restrainer
Next into a refrigerator
By a well trained wine curator
The shape of a glass I’ll soon assume
Sip by sip I will be consumed
Just a few minutes later
(Perhaps at a passover seder)
Marshall S Flam, MD, is a retired oncologist and hematologist, and the author of "Wordle Limericks: Flamericks." A graduate of MIT, he spent over 40 years in medical practice and education. Flam began crafting limericks in 2022, inspired by his love for the popular game Wordle. This unique collection features 603 limericks, each based on the daily Wordle word, blending humor with insightful commentary. Residing in Fresno, California, and Sun Valley, Idaho, he enjoys tennis, skiing, gourmet cooking, and traveling. Flam is also a proud father of five accomplished daughters and is passionate about sharing laughter through poetry.
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