It only seems like yesterday that I was setting last week’s writing challenge. I don’t know about you, but this week’s flown by. Still, at least it’s nearly the weekend. Here’s my new challenge for you:
Option one: Write a limerick with the word BREAD in it somewhere
Option two: Write a poem on the theme of BIRTHDAYS
Option three: Write a ten-word story using all of the following words: FATAL, CHEESE, FACEBOOK, LOGOLEPSY and PIGGESNYE
Last week option one was to write a limerick with the words SHED featuring in it somewhere. Here are the simply brilliant results:
Steve Walksy entered with a really clever limerick:
A shed can be exciting
A shanty so inviting
It’s but a shack
A wee cabin at that
Or an outhouse with lighting
And now it’s over to the wonderful Graeme Sandford:
Shed Limerick #1
There is a shed in a far off land
That is tall and wide and second-hand
But, it is old
Lets in the cold
And its permission was never even planned.
Shed Limerick #2
My shed has four walls and a floor
But, sadly it has nothing more
No contents that fill
No window or sill
And no roof, nor even a door.
Shed Limerick #3
This Limerick is about my shed
It’s started but not fini-
Shed
Shed Limerick #4
My shed is situated at the very North Pole
Where the bears are all white on the whole
But, I’m down in the mouth
The only way is south
And my shed has just breached its parole.
Shed Limerick #5
Shed loads of shed Limericks
But, made out of words not with sticks
Some silly, one short
And at the latest report
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
Jasdeep Kaur said she couldn’t resist this one. I’m glad she couldn’t:
“This is the question that I really dread,”
said Mr. Pumpkin jumping out of the bed,
staring at ginger
and the lady finger,
“how many pounds will I have to shed?”
Sarah Evans was tempted too:
A shed is a great place to be,
For a creative person like me,
As inside there is treasure,
Of yarn, and all measure,
Of fabric and ribbons, what glee! 😀
David Harrison enjoyed his brain work-out. His second one is especially good:
Your second option was to write a poem on the theme of FOOD. I loved all the entries:
Graeme Sandford now turns his amazing talent to poetry:
Food Poem #1
Food is good;
But, if chewed whilst open-mouthed, it is rude.
It is! It’s not just my attitude,
Or a platitude (whatever one of those is- I’m sure you know)
And if not, it is with sincere gratitude that I allude to you, dude
As you sit there in the nude
Could we collude on a trip to Bude
From where the Atlantic Ocean can be viewed?
Food Poem #2
A stream-of-consciousness ‘food’ poem
Food – as a subject for a poem?
It’s okay, I suppose… I think;
And as all foods lead to Ro-em;
Or is that toads? And as Atlantis will sink; or has already – I must keep up with the news –
Then, I shall write my finest verse
Upon it – food, that is – what could be worse? No, don’t answer that.
I could just give you some old tat
And cook it up in butter or fat;
But, no, that will never do;
Perhaps a poetic stew with ingredients varied and tasty;
Or is that me just being a tad hasty?
I could just rehash my ‘Food, Gloria’s Food’ poem to save time
Not that I know what the rush is;
No, I shall save you the blushes
That go with reading an embarrassing work;
And to repost an old poem is to shirk
My responsibilities;
And I do have ‘some’ abilities
When it comes to creation
Of a tantalisingly yummy food poem for the nation;
Not that I have mentioned any foodstuff at all
I have found it tough to recall
One. Oh, yes, I know… a carrot
In a cake
No mistake, that is a start;
And how about a rhubarb
In a tart?
Or a strawberry in a fix
Ham in a jam?
And cutting to the quicks
Mixed vegetables and various fruit
Will cover those categories,
Suit the theme
And yoghurt, milk, fromage frais and cream will include dairy;
See, this writing is not that scary;
It’s just calorie-controlled
With virtues extolled
And sausage rolled…
Oops! There is a suggestion
That all this will cause indigestion;
Maybe I’ve eaten off more than I can chew; it might be time for some exercise or probably a lay down and fasting for a week or two. I think so… don’t you.
Food Poem #3
I’m a little woodworm
I eat wood
I think it’s good
It’s my food
When I can’t get some
I start to squirm
I’m a little hungry
Little woodworm.
Rajiv was inspired to write a rhyming poem:
Food, food, food, I want more food;
I need to feed my hungry brood,
They cry and yelp, they’re in a bad mood;
‘Cause all they can think about is food and food.
Les Moriarty brings the food themed poetry to an end. A warning – you might not want to eat as you read this!:
Are You Game For Food?
Food, glorious food
someone once sung
To disagree with that would
be somewhat rude.
They say that game must be
hung
I hope I haven’t
misconstrued.
The fact that it’s better rotten
than fresh
Then it can be properly
stewed.
To put you off eating was not
my intention
And I know it can seem
rather crude.
It does taste nice I’m led to
believe
But I think I’ll stick to a mixed
veg stew.
Your final option was to write a ten-word story using all of the following words: FLABBERGASTED, EYEBROW, GOOGLE, SCANDAL and SLIPPERS. There were some hilarious entries:
Sacha Black came up with something brilliant in the blink of an eye:
Flabbergasted, my eyebrow raised, over the slipper scandal on google.
Charles Norman‘s was a slightly different take on Sacha’s:
Flabbergasted, she raised an eyebrow, seeing Google scandal re slippers!
Rajiv‘s made me smile:
I raised a flabbergasted eyebrow. Google blended scandal with slipper!
David Harrison finishes off with an excellent story:
Google scandal! Flabbergasted? Yes! Eyebrow raised. Even my slippers protested!
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Esther Chilton 
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