A homeless person was sitting
Finger up his nose he was picking,
In the middle of town,
Didn't care who’s around,
As the old man was sat there now
spitting.
COMMENTARY
I was inspired to write this limerick when I was walking
through the town centre, and I saw an old man who was homeless, sat on the
floor under a closed down shop door way. He was picking his nose vigorously and
did not try to be discreet in any way. I thought it could not get much more
vulgar, until he began spitting on the floor as well. I thought that this
character was unusual, and decided to put my attitudes towards him into a
limerick. I intended to create a visual of this homeless man to the reader, as
I described what he was doing and where he was, it is then left up to the
reader to create their own interpretation of the character. The style and register
of this limerick is informal and the language I have used is quite silly and
humorous. This is an example of a different style of poetry I have written.
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