It’s Friday tomorrow and the start of the weekend. I hope your week has been a good one. Here’s my new weekly challenge for you:
Option one: Write a limerick with the word POTATO in it somewhere
Option two: Write a poem on the theme of DREAMS
Option three: Write a ten-word story using all of the following words: HOBBLEDEHOY, POP, HUGO, TACENDA and SPADE
Last week option one was to write a limerick with the words HULA HOOP featuring in it somewhere. Here are the amazing results:
Kim Russell has written a brilliant limerick:
The girl with the hula hoop hips
When ask for hula hoop tips
Said, ‘If you want to try it,
You must give up the diet,
Keep chunky with plenty of chips.’
Graeme Sandford will make you chuckle with his super limericks:
A hula-hoop from somewhere near Neath
Was fitted with a set of sharp teeth
This now dangerous toy
Was not purposed for joy
And was released into the wild on Blackheath.
There once was a hula-hoop named Clive
Who was taught to count up to five
“One… Two… Three… Four…
And if he added one more…
But, to jump through hoops is no way to survive.
A hula-hoop salesman from Kildare
Sold only hoops that were perfectly square
He sold quite a lot
But, for sport they were not
People used them as frames – which is fair.
For this one, for the beat effect, Graeme advises that the limerick should be read out in English with a French accent:
“La Houp is refusing to sing!”
“La Houp? That’s an unheard of thing!”
“He says he will not
Until he is shot.”
“Who? La Houp?”
“No! The conductor, Kerching!”
Here are four more from him:
A hula-hoop fanatic from Poole
Hula-hooped on a bike – what a fool
He tried looping the loop
No awards did he scoop
But, the speedway fans thought he was cool.
“Arrrrrrr!” (Poole Pirates they be called)
Whilst hula-hooping in space one fine night
The planet Saturn decided it just might
Stand on one leg
Whilst it juggled an egg;
To be honest it was a wonderful sight.
A French hen tried hooping la hoop
One quiet day when stuck in the coop
She hadn’t much space
But, with flair and much grace
She managed to dazzle the troupe.
A writer wrote about hula-hoop
Many times; in a sort of rhyme soup
Until, at the last
His necessity passed
And his hula-hoop started to droop.
David Harrison brings option one to an hilarious end:
It appears Betty’s sister Nula Boop
Had problems controlling her hula hoop
As she lay on the lawn
In a heap all forlorn
A Spaniard cried “gracias, whoop whoop whoop!”
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Option two was to write a poem on the theme of BEAUTY. There were some thought-provoking entries:
Jason Moody has written two centred around beauty coming from within:
Am I too fat?
Am I Too thin?
Let’s all buy Company
The answer’s within.
–
It’s an age-old adage
So let me begin
It’s not what you see
It’s what is within
Hair will grey
Skin will wrinkle
Teeth will loosen
And lips will crinkle
Wolf whistles cease
The eyes look elsewhere
But inside you are gorgeous
Beautiful and fair.
Kim Russell has written a beautiful poem:
When you see beauty
You will know
The tightening of your chest
Will tell you so
It could be a winter sunset
Or the leafiness of a tree
The flight of a bird
Or its tuneful melody
The resonance of a word
A vibrant work of art
The colour of a flower
A sonnet’s rhyming couplet
Or the first stolen hour
With the one you love
You will know beauty.
Geoff Le Pard has penned a piece of wonderful Echo verse:
Beauty is in the eye
I
am always told.
Bold
claims perhaps for
chaps or
lassies whose sight
might
be not
wot
it used to be.
See?
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Option three was to write a ten-word story using all of the following words: MARMALADE, SNICKERSNEE, NINCOMPOOP, SKULLDUGGERY and CORDELIA. I love the results:
Jason Moody brings you several delightful stories:
Cordelia, the nincompoop, dipped her snickersnee in marmalade. The skullduggery!
“Skulduggery, you nincompoop!” cried Cordelia, her snickersnee dripping with marmalade.
“Marmalade skullduggery, Cordelia,” cried Blackbeard, waving his beloved snickersnee. Nincompoop.
Rajiv‘s is fun and will raise a big smile:
“What skullduggery!! Codelia, you nincompoop! You bombed Marmalade and Snickersee!”
David Harrison brings the whole challenge to an end with an amusing story:
With snickersnee and skulduggery, Cordelia stole marmalade from nincompoop Lear.
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Esther Chilton 
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