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Topic: Persuasion (not about the book) (09/01/11)
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TITLE: A Limerick...a Dumb, Dumb Limerick | Previous Challenge Entry
By Lollie Hofer
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Rrrrrrrrrrrrrip. Rip, rip, rip. Rrrrrrrrrrrip. An unsuspecting doe and her fawn stopped lapping water in the creek running by the cabin. Rrrrrrrrrrrip. Not recognizing the sound nor the smell which accompanied the noise, they skittered off into the forest. Rrrrrrrrrrrip Flocks of birds, who thought they were settled in for the night, took off with a swoosh of feathers.
The shredding of Debbie’s paper assaulted the silence which sent numerous animals scurrying for safety. Sitting on the front stoop of the cabin, Debbie threw the confetti-sized paper into the air. Debris littered the ground.
“Beautiful wilderness, glorious sunset. Bah! It was supposed to inspire me to write the most incredible wedding vows ever written by a blushing bride. This bride will be blushing all right, from embarrassment at her stupid, stupid vows.”
Pushing her head into the screen door to get a better look at her friend, Holly watched Debbie jump up and down, kick a tree stump before plopping back down on the stoop. “Get a grip, Deb. This retreat was intended to relax and refresh you before the wedding. Listen to the wisdom of your maid-of-honor…take a chill pill, girl.”
“Now what’s bridezilla fuming about?” Sarah, a bridesmaid, yelled from the kitchen.
Bending with her head resting in her lap, Debbie moaned, “How in the world did I let Jed convince me to write our vows. Who would have ever guessed a lumberjack could be so romantic?”
Walking out onto the rustic porch, Holly let the screen door slam behind her. “Oh, come on Deb, it can’t be all that bad. What do you have so far? Let’s hear it?”
“A limerick. That’s all I have. A dumb, dump limerick. And the wedding is only three days away.”
Since Debbie’s head was still buried in her lap she couldn’t see Holly holding her mouth shut to keep the giggles in. Once Holly felt she had them under control, she responded, “Okay. A limerick it good, I mean it’s a start anyway. Read it to us and we’ll tell you what we think. Right girls?”
“Sure, whatever,” came the reply from Sarah and Brittany, another bridesmaid.
“I tore it up.”
“I bet you remember it, though. Lay it on us.”
“Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh.”
“Sure, whatever,” came the reply from three voices.
“There once was a maiden named Deb
Who loved her lumberjack Jed.
She fell for the guy
Who stood six feet high.
And now they both will be wed.”
“So, what do you think? Um, ladies? Say something,” Debbie demanded as she turned around from the stoop just in time to see Holly crumble in a heap of laughter on the porch.
“Lord, have mercy. I’m having second thoughts about this whole thing anyway. If I can’t even express my love for the guy, maybe I have no business marrying him.”
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The time in the ceremony had come for the bride to share her vows with the groom. Looking deep into Jed’s eyes, Debbie drank deep of the pools of love she saw flowing from his soul. Never in her life had she experienced such raw vulnerability as she did in that moment.
“Jed, writing my vows didn’t come easy but seeing the pureness of your love just now has persuaded me I do know of what matters the most. I love you. I love you today. I will love you tomorrow. I will love you when the cows come home. I will love you when things are good. I will love you when they’re not so good. I’ll love you even when I’m mad at you and probably don’t like you a whole lot. I’ll love in the thick of things. I’ll love you in the thin of things. I don’t know how good I’ll be with the obeying or the cherishing or honoring but I do know I’ll love you. I’ll never stop loving you. I know God had brought us together. You are my soul mate. Together we will make a life in Him, all wrapped up together in love.”
Wiping tears from his eyes, Jed kissed her gloved hand. “Wow, Deb, that was beautiful. All I could come up with was a limerick.”
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