A new series of (non-acrostic) limericks produced in response to various prompts.
These will appear on Saturday mornings wherever possible.
Let me know what you think.
A woman whose husband had died
Turned up at my office and cried,
“It’s such a palaver
To move a cadaver
That’s filling the bed on your side!”
The sultry young blonde gave a moan
When she thought that she’d got me alone
She was a stunner
But I did a runner
And left her with her chaperone
My poor mind went into a spasm
When it first encountered phantasm
It hurt me the most
When I saw a ghost
That was having a phantom org… – no. I’m sorry. I can’t write that!
Adversity, troubles and trials
Are part of our modern lifestyles.
Try as we might
We’ll ne’er get it right,
But we can make it better with smiles.