A red kite that was seen over Dartmoor
And its owner who liked eating Carte D'or
Continues the tales
Of Helen, ups and fails
Are we now on part ten or just part four?
[Gentle edit of it's into its; good stuff, though! - Wesley J, Circus Host]
Now Valentines heaving in sight
On Ash Wednesday to give us a fright
Shall I buy her some flowers,
Or obey heaven'ly powers?
Burn the flowers! Give her ash! That's all right!
Ash Wednesday! Put ash on your head
On second thoughts - just stay in bed.
You really can’t win
Just gulp down a GIN
And dream of the roses so red.
On Tuesday, the pancakes will cook
As decreed, possibly, by St Luke*
With NaPoWriMo here quite soon
I’ll be writing of love and the moon
But my verses romantic
Could feel quite pedantic Did the dish run away with the spoon?
Just been doing some house cleaning and found something written by a young daughter, many years ago, probably for homework. Not immortal literature, but I rather liked it:
There was a young girl from St Andrew's
Who had a passion for kangaroos.
No-one knows why
Certainly not I
For there are no kangaroos in St Andrew's.
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And its owner who liked eating Carte D'or
Continues the tales
Of Helen, ups and fails
Are we now on part ten or just part four?
[Gentle edit of it's into its; good stuff, though! - Wesley J, Circus Host]
On Ash Wednesday to give us a fright
On Ash Wednesday to give us a fright
Shall I buy her some flowers,
Or obey heaven'ly powers?
Burn the flowers! Give her ash! That's all right!
On second thoughts - just stay in bed.
You really can’t win
Just gulp down a gin
On second thoughts - just stay in bed.
You really can’t win
Just gulp down a GIN
And dream of the roses so red.
On Tuesday, the pancakes will cook
As decreed, possibly, by St Luke*
* actually probably not, but he rhymes
As decreed, possibly, by St Luke*
At my church they're makin'
A whole lot of bacon
As Valenash Wednesdays draws near
[ETA: Inserted squiggly line after finished limerick for better reading - Wesley J, Circus Host]
I drown my dilemma in beer
[ETA: Singular for 'Wednesday' makes more sense, possibly?]
I drown my dilemma in beer
While I type on a train
With the drips down my cleavage are clear.
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Only eighteen more sleepies to go
To the start of next NaPoWriMo
To the start of next NaPoWriMo
"Po"'s not what you mean
But that typo's a scream
To the start of next NaPoWriMo
"Po"'s not what you mean
But that typo's a scream
Coz the quality will not be low!
I’ll be writing of love and the moon
I’ll be writing of love and the moon
But my verses romantic
Could feel quite pedantic
I’ll be writing of love and the moon
But my verses romantic
Could feel quite pedantic
Did the dish run away with the spoon?
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The dish and spoon were too hard to resist
There was a young girl from St Andrew's
Who had a passion for kangaroos.
No-one knows why
Certainly not I
For there are no kangaroos in St Andrew's.