poetry
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – WRONG Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was BRAIN. Keith Channing: Brain is what makes people smart; Read the writings of René Descartes. Although, just like you
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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see, I know I should be filled with glee, To receive presents and gifts galore, But I don’t want them, not anymore, Not out-of-date sweets from Uncle Ken, Or twee ornaments yet again,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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When Will It End? Branches stab at me, Fingers uncoiling, reaching out, I push past them, panting, When will it end? Voices fill the air, Guttural, gathering momentum, Someone sees me, I shiver, When will it end? Lights fill the forest, Footsteps thunder, coming closer, Shouts shoot through me, I scream, When will it end?
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – CASH Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was FIFTY. Keith Channing: For a while, I believed my friend Trevor; I thought I could go on for ever.
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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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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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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – SHOWER Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was PLANT. Keith Channing: Pansies, or so I am told, Live in places you may think too cold. Always in
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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
Esther Chilton 