Limericks

I asked for a scarf or some socks,

They gave me a pill sorter box.

With days neatly marked,

“It’s efficient,” I remarked,

“Because time now arrives in small blocks."

The gift tag just read, “For your back.”

I didn’t know how to react.

It’s heated, it bends,

It has settings, and friends—

Like me, but more useful, in fact.

They wrapped up a pillow for me,

“Ergonomic,” they said, carefully.

I joked, rolled my eyes,

Then slept like a prize—

Which settled the score quietly.