A 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.
I ordered a small dish of gruel
And pumped in two gallons of fuel.
I said: “Sorry, Honey,
I have to save money
To pay the insurance renewal!”
The man in what’s called number ten
Has done something stupid again.
Is he really brilliant
Or merely resilient?
We may one day find out – but when?
It’s hard to explain how I feel
About cooking a high-protein meal.
I don’t enjoy turkey
And I cant stand beef jerky
So I guess it’ll have to be veal.
An angry young man from Darjeeling
Balked at habits he found unappealing.
Whatever could make
Someone toss a pancake –
And must it end up on his ceiling?
The most awkward condition I know
Is a leader who just can’t let go,
But keeps on inciting
With lying and fighting.
He asked, and the people said NO.
Some events that today are arising
Are compelling, perhaps mesmerising;
But the thing I do find
That they all bring to mind,
Is that none is the least bit surprising.
Just for fun
I once had an aunty called Win,
And she was quite fond of her gin;
But there was no doubt
When the priest was about
She’d hide it, cos it was a sin!