Based on the prompt, “The devil made me do it.” First, a limerick about some of my husband’s childhood antics (with some liberties taken). Second, a haiku about a trick I once played on my father.
He climbed up a dresser, then fell off.
Shoved soap up his nose, oh! Sniff! Burn! Cough!
Sponges in toasters,
Airborne beverage coasters,
He made his poor mum stiff drinks quaff.
The sheriff’s star gleamed
on my father’s plaid work shirt.
His coworkers laughed.