There was an old knight of the road
teamed up with a Natterjack Toad
they stole from the gentry
by forcing an entry
then off on their horses they rode
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Category: Poetry
Lundi limerick #38
Ollie the owl was a hoot
he lived in a mouldy old boot
He said Twit Twoo
my Mum lived in a shoe
and my Dad was a bit of a brute
Seventy Five Years In The Passing: A D-Day Tribute — Gloria Smud
This needs no introduction whatsoever, other than to say what a wonderful tribute it is.
Seventy Five Years In The Passing..A D-Day Tribute. Seventy five years in the passing, The 6th of June; brave troops amassing. Nobody knew how countless would pay, For saving our souls that proud D-Day. From hillsides, valleys, towns & moors, They set off, leaving British shores. A rendezvous of military purpose, They called it Piccadilly…
via Seventy Five Years In The Passing: A D-Day Tribute — Gloria Smud
Lundi limerick #37
A Polar Bear, cuddly, and cute
loved sliding downstairs on a chute
She lived on the ice
ate sugar and spice
and played every day on the flute
Fun Polar Bear Facts for Kids (and older kids)
Polar bears live in the Arctic.
Polar bears have black skin and although their fur appears white, it is actually transparent.
It is the largest carnivore that lives on land.
Polar bears use sea ice as a platform to hunt seals.
Seals make up most of a polar bear’s diet, although this one also likes hot dogs!
Twittering Tales #138 – 28 May 2019
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Moritz 320 at Pixabay.com
My mind was a complete blank for this prompt. Not unusual for my mind to be blank, but I can normally dream up some weird linked tale. Well, not this week, so I let my mind run a little bit wilder and came up with this little poem which is, I hasten to add, entirely a figment of my weird imagination. HONESTLY! Also, it fails miserably to come within the correct count.
All is ready, what a lark
hands unsteady, oh it’s dark
tripod mounted, camera fixed
film all counted, cocktails mixed
off with tops and let’s get snapping
I love swaps but not the slapping
All gone home, the films are printed
all alone I stared and squinted
Some may say I’m sad and lonely
Come and join us, ah, if only!
(311 characters)
Lundi limerick #36
A quail who had wobbly legs
produced most malodorous eggs
They sold fairly well
in spite of the smell
and came with a free pair of pegs
Lundi limerick #35
Roland the rat was employing
a manner most unctuous and cloying
He insisted for dinner
his meat was cut thinner
which his mum found intensely annoying
Lundi limerick #34
Susie the serpent was bad
Some said she was really quite mad
Her Mum was supportive
despite tears abortive
but she didn’t get on with her Dad
Lundi limerick #33
Tapirs lead solitary lives
and males do not stay with their wives
they can be quite big
and look like a pig
but from horses is how it derives
Who Paints The Sky? — Gloria Smud
Over at Gloria Smud, Debbie’s Dad has been busy, as usual, helping to paint some really glorious skies. Pop over and hear all about it. You will not be disappointed.
Who Paints The Sky? Who has the job of painting the sky, Who owns the ladders to reach up so high, Who knows which colourful palletes delight, Perpetual artwork designed to excite! A fracture appears at the breaking of dawn, A slither of pink cracks; the new day is born. A blank canvas waits for…
