It’s Thursday and time for my new weekly writing challenge. Here are your options:
Option one: Write a limerick with the word bubble in it somewhere
Option two: Write a poem on the theme of nature
Option three: Write a ten-word story using all of the following words: Fandango, insipid, trifle and gurning
Last week option one was to write a limerick with the word unicorn featuring in it somewhere. Here are your highly entertaining results:
A huge welcome to Tessa who took up the challenge for the first time. Please read her limerick:
http://finallyawriter.com/2016/01/14/my-weekly-writing-challenge-esther-newton-blog/
Next up it’s our King of Limericks, Keith Channing with several to treat us:
A struggling young artist from Morne
Said, when asked to paint a unicorn,
“That’s all balderdash,
But for enough cash,
I’ll paint you a horse with a horn.”
What kept me awake all last night,
Was not that the unicorn’s white;
No. The question that vexes
Is: do both the sexes
Have horns? Surely that can’t be right.
The antelope’s horn is of bone
While the rhino’s is hair; that’s well known
But I need to find out
To remove any doubt,
Is the unicorn’s magically grown?
Petre Rovere sent in a limerick which made me chuckle:
On a field full of corn,
She found her unicorn,
Tried to pat his back,
When the reality hit back,
She started to mourn.
Option two was to write a poem on the theme of your old school days:
I’m pleased to see Steve Walsky here again, with his wonderful poem. Please visit his site to read it:
https://simplicitylane.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/when-love-is-still-a-stranger-haibun/
Geoff Le Pard‘s poem will have you remembering your own school days:
Learning v Education
Alison wore green ribbed wooly tights
Which is an odd detail to remember
Given I was nine at the time
And I thought girls were aliens
I sat next to a boy called Vyvyan
Who looked a bit like the girl called Vivian
They had small noses and curly red hair
But he wore shorts and
She had long hair
So that explained it.
We used a climbing frame
Until Douglas fell off
And broke his arm
During break
Which was ironic
Only. I didn’t know it at the time
Stuart smelt of old shoes
And was sewn into his underwear
During the winter.
We didn’t mind
Because he collected slow worms
And we thought that was cool
Before we knew what cool was
I had a lot to learn
Which I didn’t do at school.
Jason Moody sent in a heart-felt poem:
Sat at the back
Content to be quiet
While other kids roared
And whipped up a riot
I tried to fit in
And discover my voice
But bullies got to me
So I had no choice
Despite this small hitch
I threw myself in
“Ignore them,” Mum said
but my skin was too thin
Year after year
I grew a little
The bullies died down
And my feelings? Less brittle
Friends I had made
So that was a start
A sanctuary I had
When I was in art
The years had rolled by
Exams were ahead
How could I recall
All in my head?
I did what I could
Perhaps not enough
Had I let myself down?
that was just tough
My time at school
At best, a bit mixed
But soon off to college
Where that could be fixed.
Please visit Carol Campbell‘s site to read her heart-wrenching poem:
https://writersdream9.wordpress.com/2016/01/19/there/
Finally, option three was to write a ten-word story using all of the following words: treacle, nasty, exorbitant and hairy:
Teachwell had fun creating her amusing story:
Hairy situation: Shopkeeper’s exorbitant price makes me barf nasty treacle!
Hugh Roberts couldn’t resist having a go and is up next up with a funny story:
The nasty hairy beetle drowned in the exorbitant priced treacle.
Jason Moody sent in three great stories:
Twenty pounds for that exorbitant, hairy, nasty bit of treacle?
The big hairy, nasty monster loved treacle. Not exorbitant prices!
“Alright, treacle? Fancy an exorbitant, nasty, hairy cat? House trained!”
Les Moriarty brings last week’s entries to a close with two super stories:
The exorbitant cost of treacle made nasty, hairy Mick wince.
Hairy Mary screamed at the nasty exorbitantly priced unicorn horn.
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Esther Chilton 
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