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.
Looking back on my personal history
Can very near leave my skin blistery.
How I came through it all is a mystery.
The word of today it is meagre;
A topic I’m loathe to beleaguer.
I’m posting this rhyme
In near-record time,
Though I don’t want to seem to be eager.
I say, here’s a jolly good wheeze,
A jape fit for us retirees.
Let’s see if these mice
Will do something nice,
If we give them some smelly French cheese.
I’m going through a difficult phase
Is an oft-heard yet apposite phrase.
My life isn’t nice
And I need some advice;
My Mum says I should mend my ways.
They tell me some things that I say
Are, how shall I put it? Outré.
They say that I’m bad;
But I think them sad
To be flustered by verbal foreplay.
Variable Hawks are not rare,
There’s many a fine breeding pair.
The highlands of Chile
Are known to be hilly;
You will find quite a lot of them there.
My birthday will come fairly soon,
I’ll be sixty and twelve come next June.
I’ll give you short shrift
If you bring me no gift
But be kind, I’ll be over the moon!
Some think that my life is precarious
Cos I’m not the least bit gregarious.
A fact less well known
Is I’m happy alone;
It’s love of crowds I find hilarious.