T is for Totaled

is for Totaled

You’d think T would be simple, but oh boy!

I dithered between Titan and Troy,

Telemachus and Trope,

Till I lost all hope.

T Turned out the hardest to deploy!

I wavered between Topaz and Turquoise.

Between Tourmaline, Trinkets, and Toys,

Tricorne,  Trireme, and Theme,

the Terrible Ivan’s Team,

and I pondered long and hard on Tolstoy’s.

I Thought of Triptych and Tetraptych,

but They neither clicked nor did They stick;

Tsar, Tmena and Tassel

proved too much of a hassle

to push and shove into a limerick.

Till now I have Trounced every letter

but T has pulled a fast one and better.

I’m Totaled, quite stumped

T has Triumphed and Trumped,

fingers crossed it’s not a Trendsetter!

I never Thought That T would be This difficult.  No dearth of words for T, it is among The Top Ten frequent-use letters in English. Has it happened To you too?  What you assumed would be a piece of cake Turned out like chewy gristle and you had to fumble for your napkin? 

T is also for Truth, True : a word we hear early in life. 

"Who's Taken Those Tarts I kept for Tante Tabitha and eaten Them all? Tell me the Truth!" 

"Mark The answers True or False."

"The dog ate your homework? Not a word of That rigmarole is True!"

Well, That at any rate, is True.  Not one word of This rigmarole, here on This blog, is True either.  I don't claim To Tell any Truths Through my poetry, or short stories (there's a reason why They are called fiction, folks!) or anything else. They are not life-changing, self-empowering, affirmative, ultimate end-of-quests, questions or answers.  

(My Truths are all face-To-face, The verbal kind, I can't look anyone in The eye and lie convincingly, I am a Terrible liar.  Which is why I had to hand in all my homework in every Time, on-Time. But I digress)  

Give me a pen and paper and I could Tell you a series of pretty respectable lies, quite enticingly I Think. Only Thing is no-one believes me when I say I am lying. But I am. And They are. One hundred percent pure unadulterated lies.  Trust me on This.  All poems here are a Tissue of lies, a figment of The Imagination. Truly!

Except This one.  I couldn't wrestle a single historical/mythological/fictional T-figure into a limerick. That's True alright. And you have The evidence above.

  

Posted for the A-Z Challenge 2016