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.
Great wealth that is gained by cupidity
Gives no more than fiscal fluidity.
Not knowing the worth
Of life here on Earth
To my mind, is sheer, crass stupidity.
Today is a day to be cheery.
At least, as they say, that’s the theory;
But sadly, I think
That too much to drink
Left me weary and teary and bleary.
I don’t wish to be too unkind,
But the picture you have on your blind
Is more than just rude,
The nude is quite lewd.
I just hope the neighbours don’t mind.
A singer called something like Donny;
Was cute, and his voice was quite bonny.
He wasn’t so flash
But made loads of cash.
I’m wrong! His real name was Johnny
When walking my dogs at least nightly,
I hate to be told that I’m sprightly.
It won’t be the same
When I need a frame,
But be sure that you tell me politely.
In some situations didactical,
Theoretic works better than practical.
Whilst trying to expound
I’ve frequently found,
Spontaneous scores higher than tactical.
A cowboy known as the Virginian
On music had no real opinion
He said, “I don’t know
How to play the banjo;
I always leave that to a minon.”