It’s limerick time. Your new word is
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Last week’s word was TRAIN. Here are your limericks:
Nicola Daly:
‘I’d love to catch a fast train
Sip champagne and stare through the pane
Watch the world fly by
Arrive by and by…’
‘On Avanti*? Dream on, you’re insane..’
*Avanti is the company that runs the trains up here. It is not good.
Train Travel
Love to travel by train, I confess
Plenty free time to read and to rest
Hear the clickety-clack
Of the wheels on the track
Watch the country whizz by – it’s the best!
Squirreljan:
The old biddy from Bath was on a steam train Having afternoon tea and swigs of champagne The music was boring And soon she was snoring So her friend vowed never to bring her again
Lou by the Sea:
There was a young woman, who had a wedding dress train
So long, it went round the houses and then down the lane
But when she got to the church
Found she was left in the lurch
By a new groom given insight – his new wife? Insane!
Kim Smyth:
The train comes despite the rain
It rumbles noisily in my brain
Clickity clack
Down the track
Sometimes it gives me such a pain!
Priorhouse Blog:
Is That a Train in My Lane?
It’s insane, changing life lanes,
Dodging what feels like a runaway train.
Yet with grace and finesse,
The highway is caressed,
Turning challenge and pain into gain.
Teleportingweena:
A vain bride named Jane
Had a bank account she felt she could drain
So she filled her purse like a pail
To buy the most expensive veil
Then she tripped on her extra long train
Frank Hubeny:
Busy Train
There once was a tiny toy train
protected from weather like rain.
It went “choo-choo” all day
in a circular way
and it circled again and again.
A Runaway ChooChoo
It’s not as if this is arcane –
They’re all in it for personal gain.
Campaign contributions
Buy legislative solutions….
On the political Gravy Train!
Took the train down to Nice on the Med,
Reminded me what my dad said:
A day on the track
I‘ll never get back
No matter – I’ll fly home instead.
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To see a new language evolving,
Rehearsing each problem it’s solving,
Accepting a word
I‘ve not ever heard
Needs empathic and deep problem solving
Rall:
she remembers that journey by train filled with fear anxiety and pain no one waved goodbye beginning again on the fly fortunately things turned out ok Richmond Road: He trudged in the mud and the rain The car broken down. Missed the train Running so late He pondered his fate And of how, to his date, he’d explain
Thomas and Friends
There was a tank engine called Tom, moved to children’s TV with aplomb and friends, Henry and Percy, in accents pure Mersey, which I’m sure’s not where Thomas came from.
Not Quite Sane
There once was a man on a train
Who thought that his behavior was sane
He spoke into his shoe
Said, “You know this is true”
Turns out the man’s antics were inane
Silly Frog’s Blog:
That Gossip Train
Mildred decided, for once, to refrain, From jumping aboard the “gossip train”. Her eyes opened more wide. Her heart filled up with pride. When pure nonsense was soon swept from her brain. Susan Batten: I do wish that that man would refrain from describing that whopping great train. It broke down in the night, leaving us in sore plight, so don’t tell me its splendours again! Writer Ravenclaw: Jump Out There was an old man on the train who forgot where he left his brain He checked under the seat but his mind couldn’t meet so he decided to jump out in the rain. Therapy Bits: A Whimsical Train! There once was a whimsical train, Who danced in the sunshine and rain. It whistled “Choo-choo!” To cows that said “Moo!” Then twirled down the tracks once again.
Their once was a sheik from Bahrain,
Who paid a guy to make rain.
The guy beat a drum
The rain didn’t come.
He was ridden out of town on a train.
Olaf Sturlasson's Poetry Corner:
An old man who would write a quatrain
Got the words stuck inside of his brain
He would then with a shout
Try to force them all out
By blowing off steam like a train
Pensitivity101:
The train flowed behind the bride,
Its beauty could not be denied,
But the groom suddenly tripped
And the delicate stitching ripped,
Then the both of them sat down and cried.
poetisinta:
Thomas the Tank's Tricks
There once was a train named Thomas,
Who thought he could race without promise,
The Fat Controller cried,
'Slow down on that ride!'
But Thomas laughed, 'You can't stop us!'
Now, this Thomas the Tank Engine train,
He got stuck in the mud after rain,
The Fat Controller frowned,
As wheels spun around,
Saying, 'Now you're just becoming a pain!'
But Thomas, he didn't reply,
Tears began welling up in his eyes,
The Fat Controller felt bad,
He didn't want him to be sad,
So he gave him a cuddle and some pie!
Once, whilst drinking gravy, on a train,
I switched to an espresso, for the brain;
when we reached my stop,
from the train I had to hop,
but my luggage did decide it would remain.
Mark Fraidenburg:
I’m gonna catch a Train heading south,
Gonna wash this heartache from my mouth.
Drinkin’ whiskey all day,
Chasing the the blues away,
Where the tracks end, I’ll stay there’s no doubt.
Pictures Imperfect Blog:
Riding along on a train in sweltering heat in Bahrain
Was a young man looking uncannliy like Cain,
The first ever murderer that we know of.
But this one here was a show off.
He was not planning to use a club but hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane.
Dawgy Daddy Responds:
Train your brain to overcome the daily grind
Do not walk through life treating others unkind
Even when you are feeling down wear a grin
The grit you possess will toughen up your skin
Making you a tough person that’s fair and kind.
Murray Clarke:
The quickest way to travel to London is by train –
All the way down south and then back home again.
Some folk might prefer to walk there
Or be carried along in a sedan chair,
But, honestly, that’s not really using your brain!
The Bag Lady:
He stood mesmerized on the main
Apparently waiting for the train
He was tight lipped
When he fell and slipped
Nothing about him did remain.
Lily’s Corner:
The man shouted, “All aboard the train!!!”
Without any restraint,
I stumbled back; tripped on the tracks.
Heard my back crack
On my journey to Spain.
my word (s)
Mr Smith dashed onto the Brighton train
His eyes all misted from driving rain
“The next stop will be Leeds,”
Said the guard with a sneeze
“Lord save me,” said Smith, “I’ve done it again.”
Blind Wilderness:
A man who missed his train
Found himself lost in the rain
He’d lost his umbrella
That silly old fella
Then he lost all his keys down a drain
John McGuigan:
The train from Scotland
The toilets on the train were blocked
And in such a mess they had all been locked
We hurtled south on the London line
Unrelieved
full of urine
A mad stampede at Kings Cross station
Passengers rushing to relieve frustration
A misty vapour enveloped the scene
And reminded them all
of the days of Steam
iMartist:
An American Werewolf in London
David, The Werewolf, headed to the train
He was kinda hungry and really had no restrain
Gerald was pretty clumsy, tripped and fell don’t ya know
An easy meal for David who leapt from down below
Poor Gerald now has to walk the earth in limbo, geez that’s quite a shame.
Shall I go by boat, train or plane?
I asked my mirror in vain.
Balance time of arrival,
With my chance of survival.
Feeling nervous has puddled my brain.
Lesley Scoble:
The Woman from Crewe
There was an old woman from Crewe
who never knew what she should do
She’d get on a train
then get off again
and wave goodbye, cheerio, toodleoo
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Esther Chilton 
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