Ode to My King Street Vase

Walk This Way posted a picture of King Street, Charleston, on February 26, and I thought of the Roseville vase bought in the King Street Antiques store during a visit to Charleston. A beautiful little guy, and now he sits on the West Coast. I asked Patty to write an ode and she gave me an ode and a haiku, but what I wanted was a limerick. So she gave me a limerick, too.

"Pick one", she said,
And only one, was what I read.
"Don't be wishy-washy, make up your mind."
I thought, "That is unkind!"
On a sister's feelings she should not tread.


















O Vase divine! Curvaceous and fair,
Thee grace my shelf
Like a house elf
Caught dancing in midnight air.
Mere words cannot describe!
Your beauty I imbibe
As thro’ the eyes of a lover.
Quick, run for cover!
Porkchop is on a tear
And has not a care
That my vase he might knock to the floor.
Sadly, I must escort him out the door.