I hope you’ve all had a good week. Here’s my latest challenge for you:
Option one: Write a limerick with the word KNIT in it somewhere
Option two: Write a poem on the theme of SUNSHINE
Option three: Write a twenty-word story using all of the following words: BEAUTY, DRUNK, CRACKERS, CHEESE, LADDER and PIQUANT
Last week option one was to write a limerick with the word CLOWN featuring in it somewhere. Here are the entertaining results:
Keith Channing treats us with five:
‘Clown’ is this week’s chosen word
Great for a smart-ass or nerd.
To compose a good rhyme
Will take far too much time
So I’ll just knock out something absurd.
Each clown wears his own special hat
Be it pointed or rounded or flat
It’s probably best
If it matches his vest
Else he’ll just look too much of a prat.
A clown often changes his act
After seeing his public react
His expression is quizzical
His comedy physical
Slapstick, as a matter of fact.
The smile of a clown hides his tears
As he stands up, each day, to his fears.
Is the public aware
That his aim’s not to scare,
But to pull out some laughs and some cheers.
It’s the laughter of kids keeps him going
Not the falling, the running, the throwing.
But the life of a clown
Can be turned upside-down
By the sadness that he’s banned from showing.
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Option two asked you to write a poem about rain:
Jason Moody sent in a catchy poem:
Drip drip drip.
Oh the monotony
Nature’s great ruiner
But great for some botany
Expensive new wellies?
Go grab them, be quick
Join in the chorus
Drip drip drip.
Les Moriarty shares his lovely poem with us:
Rain/Reign
Rain, that water from the clouds
Pouring, drizzling, lashing, falling.
Akin to tears slowly dropping down the cheek
Of a loved one left behind.
Eyes well up, there is blurred vision
Love reign o’er me
Except it doesn’t, not at this time
Until through the gloom
A rainbow appears
Nature has worked its magic once more.
There is hope at the end of the rainbow
Through the rain I wander to find it
Rainbow’s end is my goal
I will persevere
To find my personal pot of gold
When I find it life will be different
Yes, life will be oh so different.
Life will be happy, settled and joyous.
Rain, that water from the clouds
Pouring, drizzling, lashing, falling.
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Option three was for you to write a twenty-word story using all of the following words: KERFUFFLE, ORANGE, PRISON, DUNK, CINDERELLA and SWEAR. You really made me laugh with your entries:
Jason Moody sent in several cracking stories:
The kerfuffle over the orange dunk tank in the prison amused Cinderella.
“Funniest thing ever, I swear,” she said, giggling.
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“Cinderella, swear?” said Mortimer.
He man handled the accuser and took him to the orange, prison dunk tank.
Kerfuffle indeed.
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Neville liked to dunk orange creams. As prison warden a kerfuffle was common, but to hear Cinderella swear? Quite uncommon.
Sacha Black sent in a belter:
“Fuck. Orange?” Cinderella asked.
“No swearing inmate. I don’t want a kerfuffle over this or I’ll dunk you in
Solitary.”
I love Rajiv Chopra‘s story:
“It was Cinderella who ate the orange, causing the kerfuffle! Dunk the hag in watermelon juice. Then, off to prison!”
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Esther Chilton 
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