It’s Thursday and here’s my new weekly writing challenge. Your three options are:
Option one: Write a limerick with the word nosey in it somewhere
Option two: Write a poem on the theme of hope
Option three: Write a ten-word story using all of the following words: Collywobbles, pink, wasp and cheese
Last week option one was to write a limerick with the word bubble featuring in it somewhere. Here are the laugh out loud results:
Graeme Sandford‘s limericks are fantastic, as I’m sure you’ll agree:
It was only a bubble of my possible thoughts
At least it was something not a bucket of noughts
For ideas were scarce
Up the old apples and pears
And I much prefer writing to sports.
Hey! I used the word ‘bubble’ in rhyme
It may have been my very first time
I will use it again
In another refrain
But, to overuse it would be a poetry crime.
Oh, dear; now I am in a bathful of trouble
For writing Limericks about the prompt that is ‘bubble’
And now to come clean
And just say what I mean
All my dreams they are turning to flubble.
Please visit Tessa Smeigh‘s site to read her funny limerick:
http://finallyawriter.com/2016/01/21/my-weekly-writing-challenge-esther-newton-blog-2/
Jane Basil is back with a bang, taking part in all three challenges. Here’s her brilliant limerick:
My grandad in amorous mood
didn’t notice the gum granny chewed
her best-ever bubble
got popped by his stubble
and now their lips are glued.
Jason Moody entered two of the challenges. Here he entertains with two limericks:
There once was a girl named Mary
Who’s said to be away with the fairies
Living in a bubble
She’d avoid all life’s troubles
If you think, is rather quite scary.
I awoke with a start one fine morning
Unable to stop myself yawning
I fell out of bed
And bumped my head
So please let that be a warning!
Option two was to write a poem on the theme of nature:
First up is Jane Basil with her wonderful poem. Please visit her site to read it:
https://janebasilblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/22/a-cerebral-ramble/
Geoff Le Pard sent in two powerful sonnets on the subject of climate change on mother nature:
Global Warming: The Future’s Hot
His skin is a sticky backed plastic,
One he made earlier. A white
Crust forms, pores oozing their oily mastic,
Like a shield displaying the toiler’s blight.
He bows his head against the drooping sun,
Leans into the teeth of the harsh solar wind;
Effortful tears round his farrowed eyes run,
Each suppurating drop leaving him blind,
False-stepping from trimmed field to tangled Web,
While arrogant man thinks he’s in control;
The future’s a desert, his life-waters ebb,
Jet-glazed, he continues his skills to extol.
For our children the tide will lap them with dust;
Our bequest will be fields we have covered with rust.
A Springless Future
Cold Jack, content and job well done, crept home
Allowing Spring her turn to warm the earth.
Crocus tongues pushed out through softening loam
As glass-eyed shepherds watched their flock give birth.
We, unplucked youth, prime cocked with urgent sap,
Felt the tug of Nature’s call to breed.
Like sheep, we followed Her bewitching map
To plant, in fertile earth, our febrile seed.
Yet somewhere Nature’s diverse scheme was lost;
Our black-fuelled lust seared seasons into one.
Our greed has neutered Jack; he’s become a ghost,
Sharp fingers culled by a remorseless sun.
Why would our lambs breed, given this breach of trust?
We’ve fried this once green Earth, turning it to dust.
Here’s Jason Moody’s thought-provoking poem:
It’s everywhere, but I bet you’ve forgotten
As your roll over the parts less trodden.
You claim that you care, I’m not sure you do
Your efforts are token, your hearts are not true.
Your buildings they climb the profits they rise
Blissfully ignorant of natures demise.
The final option was to write a ten-word story using all of the following words: Fandango, insipid, trifle and gurning:
Jo Lambert has been very busy of late, but it’s great to see her back with this funny story:
Wine insipid, trifle awful, now hitting the dancefloor to Fandango.
Now it’s Jane Basil‘s turn to amuse:
Gurning nauseously, he danced an insipid fandango while guzzling trifle.
Lastly, here’s Graeme Sandford with his witty story:
“Mr Insipid?”
“Yes!”
(Gurning): “Mr. Fandango is a trifle upset!”
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Here’s my rather laboured and painful poem about hope.
https://janebasilblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/29/that-cracked-and-pitted-path/
It’s a fantastic poem. So strong.
Thank you Esther. The truth is it’s a distorted reflection of a poem I wrote last year while I was on the Writing 201 poetry course. Here’s that sweet little number, if you have the stomach for it: https://janebasilblog.wordpress.com/2015/02/19/no-longer-human/
Wow! No wonder you had so many comments on the poem; it stays with the reader for a long time afterwards.
I think I should probably apologise for that, but it may be the best poem I have ever written, though I prefer the humorous ones, which are a great escape from the realities of life.
No apology necessary – it’s a strong poem and I’m so pleased I’ve read it. But you’re right; humour is an important and necessary escape.
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I’ve written four nosey limericks. Here’s a taster…
The chicken-bellied parson of Aldershot
Was a nosey, backmailing, wicked lot
Even when in repose
The parson’s nose
Could weazel out secrets, and plot
…and here’s the quartet: https://janebasilblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/29/four-nosey-posies/
They’re all utterly fab 🙂
I hope you understand they’re fictional, even the second one, and particularly the third – I only murdered half of the people in my home town… 😀
Ha! :-))
smelly pink cheese gives wasps the collywobbles and scary nightmares.
Ha! Brilliant. That made me chuckle 🙂
Here are a few ten worders for you Esther…
Pink cheese for dinner, wasp souffle for dessert. Colliwobbles later.
In: Cheese-battered wasp.
Instant Colliwobbles.
Out: Pink stomach lining.
Make pink cheese and collywobble pie. That wasp deserves it.
(and the obvious six-worder…)
Pink cheese gives the wasp colliwobbles.
Love them. Very witty 🙂
Thank you…
Here is my submission, which I will post on Simplicity Lane on Sunday the 31st.
The bird sat safe on a limb
Eyeing a cat with a hungry grin
Then there was a loud bark
Giving the cat a running start
Thankfully a nosey dog had stepped in
(The Cat with a Hungry Grin limerick, © Steven S. Walsky 2016)
Ooops, I did a cut n’paste; sorry about the copyright notation.
No worries 🙂
I really enjoyed this. Delightful 🙂
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Thank you, Carol. That’s a really funny story 🙂
Hi, Esther and all my fellow writers. I wanted a little stretch this time and went with the 10-word story! Have a great week!
https://writersdream9.wordpress.com/2016/01/30/pink-wasp10-word-story/
It’s good to see you do something different 🙂
Thank you.
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Thank you for entering two of the challenges! 🙂
have a great weekend, Esther 🙂
https://ladyleemanila.wordpress.com/2016/01/30/nosey-neighbours-and-hope/
Thank you. You too 🙂
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Nosey Limerick
Nosey, I am
And Nosey I was
I looks into things
If they’re there – just because!
I pries
With my eyes
You ‘could’ say I spies
But, my excuse is; I’m the Wizard of Oz!
G:)
Very funny, Graeme! Thank you 🙂