Is your writing stuck in a rut this week? Then why not let my latest writing challenge get your creative juices flowing?:
Option one: Write a limerick with the word PARTY in it somewhere
Option two: Write a poem on the theme of SUMMER
Option three: Write a twenty-word story using all of the following words: BOB, TIRADE, MYTH, NOSE, METTLE and CRESCENDO
Last week option one was to write a limerick with the word LOVE featuring in it somewhere. Here are the results –
Jason Moody has written a lovely little ditty:
Before you decide that ‘you do’
Be sure to your love you are true
In sickness and health
Be it poor or with wealth
Be their rock, their strength, their glue.
Keith Channing‘s limericks are simply brilliant:
I frequently sit up and wonder
Why my heart has been riven asunder
Is this really love,
This push and this shove,
Or just a great big, cosmic blunder?
And yet we keep on taking seriously
The notion we hold to deliriously
That love will win through;
It ain’t always true,
Though for many it is, mysteriously!
We marry ‘till death us do part’
And then we get bored – have a heart!
The first love is best,
But as for the rest,
They could be doomed, right from the start.
Love is a four-letter word.
So, for that matter, is turd.
Though love inspires art
We end up in Walmart,
Now, don’t you think that is absurd?
It really should be no surprise
That so many will come to despise
The loves of their lives,
Their husbands and wives.
(My limericks, of course, are all lies.)
Graeme Sandford‘s comes with a warning:
WARNING STRONG LANGUAGE
My ‘maybe a bit too near the nuckle’ ‘love’ Limerick –
Love is a four-letter word
And an anagram of ‘vole’ so I’ve heard
But, and here I will swear,
You’d better love her with care,
Or else she’ll f*** off with some t***!
Option two was to write a poem on the theme of SONG:
Jason Moody’s poem is uplifting and brings a smile:
If it’s in your heart, then let it go
Release the feeling, put it on show
Don’t bottle it, and hide the thing
Let it fly, let’s hear you sing
Better now? Can you feel the song?
Embrace it, enjoy it, there’s nothing wrong
When you have a song, when you trust its words
The let it out, let it be heard.
Watch out for Geoff Le Pard‘s belter of a last line:
My life in music
Down the years
Over some beers
I’ve discussed my musicology
But most of my mates
Have been quick to state
I’ve an embarrassing discography
Starting quiet late
I sealed my fate
By preferring ballads to rock
I tried to improve
But they laughed at my groove
As I said I’d become a punk jock
I pogoed and spat
And took no sort of crap
Even if I’d become rather frantic
But I gave it away
By wearing one day
Eye liner: a new romantic
As I passed down the years
Though Tears for Fears
From Cher to Kirsty McColl
I’d did my best
To try to impress
But they told me I knew bugger all
I know it’s not true
I do have a clue
I now have immaculate taste
On this my word’s final
Even if I buy vinyl
I no longer have breath to waste
See I still cut the mustard
Following Buble and Busted
I’m hip with my cool selection
I may be an old fart
But I’m still young at heart
As I scream ‘I love One Direction’.
Option three was for you to write a twenty-word story using all of the following words: BIEBER, ALIAS, VORTEX, BILATERAL, LACONIC and TURGID:
Jason Moody said he found the words tough, but you’d never think it:
Bieber’s music was sent to the turgid vortex. The laconic bilateral agreement was signed by his alias too. Lucky, eh?
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“Laconic, bilateral, turgid. What do they mean?” asked Justin.
“Bieber? Has your head been in a vortex” said his Alias.
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EDC Writing has produced a super story:
‘Alias just in case hormonal vortex ensues. Bieber mama don’t like, laconic not her, turgid oh yes, bilateral never works!’
Helen Jones‘ is hilarious:
Laconic Bieber writes more turgid lyrics, gets sucked into a bilateral vortex forever. Alias: Things I Wish Would Really Happen.
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Esther Chilton 
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