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’m starting to feel quite the fool
Finding words I did not learn in school.
This really does grate,
Means pawning – and that’s just not cool.
A candle is useful for light;
Quite subtle, they’re seldom too bright.
I often have four,
Sometimes even more,
Though four is enough for foresight.
I seem to have quite a fixation
On hues and their constant mutation.
It seems that some pigments
Are no more than figments
Of my colourful imagination.
A turkey called John had a wobble
When throughout his flock came a squabble
They may think Thanksgiving
Essential to living
But it’s we who are meant to go ‘gobble’!
My favourite film about dancing
Is one I found truly entrancing;
It’s Footloose for me,
It’s wild and it’s free;
But not when it came to financing!
With two feet three inches of beard
Some folk thought my friend was quite weird;
But the media frenzy
Around poor McKenzie
Affected him more than we’d feared.