poems
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – BOSS Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was SUIT. Keith Channing: I thought it would be quite a hoot To go shopping in my birthday suit It…
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This week’s guest poet is Bharul Chhatbar. If you enjoy atmospheric poetry, you’re in for a treat. Before you read her poem, here is a little bit about her: Bharul Chhatbar is a passionate writer. Apart from being a dedicated homemaker, she is doing a bit to ignite the mind with her words that revolve…
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Unwanted Gifts It is the worst time of year, One that fills me with great fear, It’s my birthday next week, you see, I know I should be filled with glee, To receive presents and gifts galore, But I don’t want them, not anymore, Not out-of-date sweets from Uncle Ken, Or twee ornaments yet again,…
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Tights Tights. Now there’s a word, Which is quite absurd, Panty hose is just as bad, And pop socks are a daft fad, The men all like stockings best, But those straps are such a pest, Knee highs seem to be knee lows, Falling right down to my toes. But tights take the crown, For…
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Ghostly Woes I am a ghost and my aim is to scare, Sending shivers, chilling all those who dare Enter my deepest and deadliest lair, Alas, I’m not very good. As a lad, I couldn’t wait to be dead, To walk through walls, but I always hit my head, The world’s worst ghost is what…
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – FIFTY Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was SHOWER. Keith Channing: When it has been dry for a time, A shower of rain is sublime. I really…
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The Laugh Don’t keep it in, It’s no good there, Go on, let it out, Share it round, That joyous sound. Start it off, From deep inside Giggling, guffawing, Almost there, Laugh if you dare. ***
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Finding God My old school recently held a special bash, Class of ’83 was on the sash, All welcome, the banner read, “I’m not going to that,” I said. But my old pal persuaded me to go, She said, “It’ll be great, you can’t say no! We’ll see if Chris is still a catch, And…
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Secret Garden She watches the morning unfold, A beautiful woman with a head of gold. Sweet, sweet music reaches her ears, Her sparkling eyes brim over with unshed tears. She walks through her garden, so sad, Birds serenade her and her heart is glad. Blossom bounces to earth, no sound. And baby buds burst their…
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Here’s a Friday funny for you: 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. ***
Esther Chilton 