My Weekly Writing Challenge

Is it Thursday already? Where does the time go?! I hope you’ve had a good week. Here’s my new challenge for you:

Option one: Write a limerick with the word SHED in it somewhere

Option two: Write a poem on the theme of FOOD

Option three: Write a ten-word story using all of the following words: FLABBERGASTED, EYEBROW, GOOGLE, SCANDAL and SLIPPERS

Last week option one was to write a limerick with the words POTATO featuring in it somewhere. Here are the witty results:

Keith Channing didn’t have much time to work on these, but they’re all utterly fantastic:

The potato, or spud, as it’s known,
Is a staple that’s much overblown,
It may be quite nice
Though it isn’t like rice
And, like pasta, it’s fine on its own.

The potato, when cut into chips
And deep-fried, will add to your hips.
But with well-battered fish
There’s no better dish
To round off your holiday trips.

It’s not only deep-fried as chips
That potatoes appeal to the lips
If you’ve enough cash,
Try bangers and mash
With some buttered asparagus tips.

Potatoes, if sold by the pound,
Will bring Trading Standards around.
To sell by the metre
Won’t make them taste sweeter,
But it will shut them up, I have found.

Kim Russell has written a belter:

When thinking about food fast or slow,
Give thanks to the versatile potato.
You can roast, mash and fry it,
Even baked it in its jacket,
A spud’s a good way to go.

Graeme Sandford has written some fabulous limericks, though I’m starting to think he’s becoming a little obsessed…read on and you’ll see why…

Potato Limerick #1

“A ‘potato’ is a wonder,” said Edward the king
“In fact it’s absolutely, positively mash-ing!
Boiled or chipped (in case you lose it);
Sauteéd (once flipped – being careful not to bruise it);
Au Gratin, dans le matin, just the thing.”

Potato Limerick #2

“The potatoes are coming!” the little boy cried.
We all ran for cover; but, the little boy lied.
When we surfaced from hiding
With our fears all subsiding;
He laughed at our faces and much wounded pride.

Potato (ish) Limerick (ish) #3

You say potato, and I say chips
As in ‘Potato’ and, as in ‘Chips’
You know it might just catch on – barring mishaps.

You say tomato, and I say soup
As in ‘Tomato’ and, as in ‘soup’
You know it might just catch on – perhaps.

David Harrison’s is really funny:

He’d gained so much weight poor old Cato

He looked liked a knobbly potato

When he saw a new diet

Was a mistake to try it

As he ended up fatter than Plato!

Option two was to write about a poem on the theme of DREAMS:

I’m sure you’ll empathise with Geoff Le Pard:

Drive me mad.
Hours creating worlds
Exploring depths in my psyche
In minutes I might fly
On a leaf
To the Top
Beyond the Top
of the Toppiest Top
And there are still
Tops beyond
The Top.
I can smell the distance,
Taste the space,
Feel the gap,
Hear the way
The bloody alarm:
And they’re gone.

Kim Russell felt inspired to write a vivid poem:

Tumble in the night
Elusive memories
And notions
And emotions
Slipping away
As soon as you wake
Leaving bittersweet aftertaste
On dry morning lips
And shapeless shadows
Behind gritty eyelids
Fading and forgotten
Stories and poems

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Carol Campbell has written a super poem about dreams. Please click on the following link to read it:

Now Graeme Sandford moves onto the theme of dreams…and potatoes…

Potatoes, it seems often have dreams
Of paper in reams and eating custard creams
What’s more
They snore
In this poem of Greem’s

“One potato, two potato, three potato… where’s Pomme de Terre?”
I don’t know, sir; but, he’s left his jacket on his chair,” said potato three, Pomme du Mare.
Potato one just rolled his eyes – that was Petit Pomme de l’aire.
Whilst Pomodoro, potato two, said: “I miss his earthy ‘how-do-you-do!’ And his dreamy ways, without compare.”
“You are a dreamer, Pomodoro; and I swear, you and he were quite a pair. A right pair, indeed!” the master quothed – he did often swear.
Potato four, sweet Pomme de Terre; without his jacket, with option rare; had left the college for new pastures fair.
But, without his jacket – totally bare – he wound up dancing (he had flair) with all the style of Fred Astaire.
But, his dream came crashing, a real nightmare;
And his love, Pomodoro, he wished was there.

Sadly, he took his life amidst despair,
And, with a spud-gun smoking by his side, did sightless, unseeing, become Pomme de Terre de Terre.

G:( poor Pomme de Terre

I have to write a poem
Without mentioning the ‘P’ word
I have used it far too often lately
In my work many times it has occurred
In variations, admittedly, which helped to make words flow
But, now, I have to stop it
I have to let it go
Even Esther seems to think I have a problem with it now
I have to write on something else, if only I knew how.
Sat on my couch like a…
Well, you know;
I need to go and do something else
To interrupt the flow.

Maybe I can hold out till Thursday
When another prompt will be
And I can focus on that
I hope so…
Pity me.

Your final option from last week was to write a ten-word story using all of the following words: HOBBLEDEHOY, POP, HUGO, TACENDA and SPADE. I love these two stories:

Rajiv didn’t think his entry was the best, but I disagree. See what you think:

“My pop, the hobbledehoy,” said Hugo, ‘gave Tacenda the spade.”

David Harrison always writes something witty:

Hobbledehoy Hugo’s pop songs were tacenda. Using a spade? Useless!





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32 Responses to My Weekly Writing Challenge

  1. Sacha Black says:

    Flabbergasted, my eyebrow raised, over the slipper scandal on google.

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  2. AJ.Dixon says:

    Wow, those all blew me away! Excellent work from everyone who had a go!

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  4. Steve says:

    I chose the limerick for this week, and just posted it on Simplicity Lane; thanks’ for the inspiration!

    A shed can be exciting
    A shanty so inviting
    It’s but a shack
    A wee cabin at that
    Or an outhouse with lighting

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  5. Re Option 3, what about: Flabbergasted, she raised an eyebrow, seeing Google scandal re slippers!

    Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2016 18:19:11 +0000 To:


  6. Le Fragi says:

    Shed Limerick #1

    There is a shed in a far off land
    That is tall and wide and second-hand
    But, it is old
    Lets in the cold
    And its permission was never even planned.

    Shed Limerick #2

    My shed has four walls and a floor
    But, sadly it has nothing more
    No contents that fill
    No window or sill
    And no roof, nor even a door.

    Shed Limerick #3

    This Limerick is about my shed
    It’s started but not fini-

    Shed Limerick #4

    My shed is situated at the very North Pole
    Where the bears are all white on the whole
    But, I’m down in the mouth
    The only way is south
    And my shed has just breached its parole.

    Shed Limerick #5

    Shed loads of shed Limericks
    But, made out of words not with sticks
    Some silly, one short
    And at the latest report
    You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.


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  7. Le Fragi says:

    This may help to tide you over until lunchtime

    Food in the Nude! via @PoemMeGroup



  8. Le Fragi says:

    Food is good;
    But, if chewed whilst open-mouthed, it is rude.
    It is! It’s not just my attitude,
    Or a platitude (whatever one of those is- I’m sure you know)
    And if not, it is with sincere gratitude that I allude to you, dude
    As you sit there in the nude
    Could we collude on a trip to Bude
    From where the Atlantic Ocean can be viewed?


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  9. Jasdeep Kaur says:

    “This is the question that I really dread,”
    said Mr. Pumpkin jumping out of the bed,
    staring at ginger
    and the lady finger,
    “how many pounds will I have to shed?”

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  10. Helen Jones says:

    No idea where the time is going! I am so behind on catching up with everyone’s posts this week. Enjoyed this one 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  11. A shed is a great place to be,
    For a creative person like me,
    As inside there is treasure,
    Of yarn, and all measure,
    Of fabric and ribbons, what glee! 😀

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  13. Rajiv says:

    Hi Esther, here are two from me… First, the 10 word one. Then, a one verse doggerel

    “I raised a flabbergasted eyebrow. Google blended scandal with slipper!”

    The poem on food.

    “Food, food, food, I want more food;
    I need to feed my hungry brood,
    They cry and yelp, they’re in a bad mood;
    ‘Cause all they can think about is food and food.”

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  14. Le Fragi says:

    A stream-of-consciousness ‘food’ poem

    Food – as a subject for a poem?
    It’s okay, I suppose… I think;
    And as all foods lead to Ro-em;
    Or is that toads? And as Atlantis will sink; or has already – I must keep up with the news –
    Then, I shall write my finest verse
    Upon it – food, that is – what could be worse? No, don’t answer that.
    I could just give you some old tat
    And cook it up in butter or fat;
    But, no, that will never do;
    Perhaps a poetic stew with ingredients varied and tasty;
    Or is that me just being a tad hasty?
    I could just rehash my ‘Food, Gloria’s Food’ poem to save time
    Not that I know what the rush is;
    No, I shall save you the blushes
    That go with reading an embarrassing work;
    And to repost an old poem is to shirk
    My responsibilities;
    And I do have ‘some’ abilities
    When it comes to creation
    Of a tantalisingly yummy food poem for the nation;
    Not that I have mentioned any foodstuff at all
    I have found it tough to recall
    One. Oh, yes, I know… a carrot
    In a cake
    No mistake, that is a start;
    And how about a rhubarb
    In a tart?
    Or a strawberry in a fix
    Ham in a jam?
    And cutting to the quicks
    Mixed vegetables and various fruit
    Will cover those categories,
    Suit the theme
    And yoghurt, milk, fromage frais and cream will include dairy;
    See, this writing is not that scary;
    It’s just calorie-controlled
    With virtues extolled
    And sausage rolled…
    Oops! There is a suggestion
    That all this will cause indigestion;
    Maybe I’ve eaten off more than I can chew; it might be time for some exercise or probably a lay down and fasting for a week or two. I think so… don’t you.


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  15. Le Fragi says:

    I’m a little woodworm
    I eat wood
    I think it’s good
    It’s my food
    When I can’t get some
    I start to squirm
    I’m a little hungry
    Little woodworm.


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