Rashmi, you’ve hosted and penned
so with my new entry I send
best wishes as you
approach pastures new
and Limerick challenge must end.
There once was a man name of Trump
who had an incredible rump
His cheeks were so large
when he met Nige Farage
they clashed with an almighty bump
Come on you lot, now let’s be bold!
Get dressed up and brave the cold.
We must believe
All Hallows Eve
Celebrate, both young and old.
My Mum and Dad fell down the stairs.
The house they were in was not theirs.
They flattened their noses,
and now I supposes
that everyone just sits and stares
Last weekend is now rather hazy.
My taste buds just went kind of crazy.
I ate trifles galore,
that I used to abhor,
and now I feel totally lazy.
The barbarians came and laid waste.
They trampled the crops in their haste.
They slaughtered the men,
took the women, and then
chose a wife according to taste.
I had this most terrible dream
and woke in a sweat with a scream
for all through the years
I’ve stifled my fears
of oranges, trifles, and cream.
We taught both our son and our daughter
that seasons are measured by quarter
but as I get older
the Winters seem colder
and Summers are definitely shorter
She finished the race with a splash
just beating the rest with a dash
With laces untied
she sat down and cried,
having tripped, and gone down with a bash!
They went for a walk in the park.
It was wet, and incredibly dark.
They fell down a well,
and were found when the smell
became gas and was lit by a spark!
The Journey Home
Living slow and eating well.
Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me
Here and now, with all of it.
Edinburgh author of the Zander Trilogy
Stu[pidity] on Stareoids
Kickin' it behind the Eight ball
Write about what you don't know about what you know. ― Eudora Welty
Poems by Tom Alexander
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Be authentic ~ Be creative ~ Be love
Diana R Zimmerman
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Mad as a box of frogs? Most probably ... but if I can’t be perfect, then I’ll happily be fabulously imperfect!
Finding inspiration in the little things
I am more than breath & bones.
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
a light hearted look at caravanning through the eyes of a couple of grey nomads.
When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her. Adrienne Rich
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