limericks
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There was a young writer called Sam, Who as he typed, ate berries and ham, He wrote about pigs, Wearing bright pink wigs, Rolling in puddles of jam. ***
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I had an aunt who guzzled gin, A bottle a day was her sin, We kept away Until last May, When she gained a lottery win. ***
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When I set my recent New Year challenge, a writer called Joy Lennick contacted me and sent me some of her wonderful poems. They weren’t on the subject of the challenge, but she wondered if I’d like to feature them on my blog. Of course I would! Enjoy 🙂 BREAKING THE SAMENESS She knew she…
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This week’s photo prompt has been sent in by Sharon Harvey. Many thanks to Sharon: I hope her lovely photo inspires you to write a poem, limerick, or story. Enjoy and send them in! Last week’s challenge came in the form of a door. Here are some of your creative responses: Ladyleemanila: https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/i-challenge-you-to-door-photo-challenge/ Kristian: What’s…
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This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of: Holidays Last week’s challenge was to write about sunshine. You sent in some excellent pieces. Here are a few: Keith Channing‘s limerick is hilarious – and so true! Sometimes, when the weather is fine We sit back with bread, cheese…
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This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of: Lies Last week’s challenge was to write about cake. You sent in some great pieces. Here are a few: First up is the brilliant Keith Channing: When my daughter came home with her beau He asked, “Have you any gâteau?”…
Esther Chilton 