It’s Friday tomorrow and the start of Easter weekend. I wish you all a very happy Easter. Before you indulge in far too many chocolate eggs, here’s my new challenge for you:
Option one: Write a limerick with the word CHOCOLATE in it somewhere
Option two: Write a poem on the theme of HOLIDAYS
Option three: Write a ten-word story using all of the following words: EGGS, EYEBROWS, BREAK, TIZZY, and CHEATING
Last week option one was to write a limerick with the word CODSWALLOP featuring in it somewhere. Here are the brilliant results:
Steve Walksy says he was inspired to write the limerick: ‘Since you like to introduce the world to British terms like ‘codswallop’ 🙂
How many composed people do yell!
When their home team scores not so well.
“That was a sitter!” They shout.
“Ou’nited lets sort it out!”
“Codswallop, my gran could do just as well!”
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Keith Channing treats us to three delightful limericks:
“You are,” my dad said, “such a trollop.
You don’t walk with grace, you just lollop.”
I’ve heard this before,
Can’t take it no more,
The old man talks so much codswallop!
“Codswallop,” he said, pitching higher,
“You’ll wind up too deep in the mire.
It’s a gift to the bat
When you bowl it so flat,
You must set the stadium on fire.”
“I’ve just read a book by young Trollope,”
He said, tucking into a scollop.
“I found it prosaic
And truly archaic,
In fact, the whole thing was codswallop.”
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Now it’s over to Graeme Sandford:
Codswallop Limerick #1
“There is no suitable place for codswallop!”
Wrote the writer Mr. Anthony Trollope
“Except in pure tripe,
Written when ripe;
Like in the Barchester’s – where there’s ‘many’ a dollop.”
Codswallop Limerick #2
Why do ‘two’ Limericks about Codswallop, when one would really do?
I should stop after the first attempt; that will surely do!
To over-egg the pudding
May cause the Limerick to malfunction
And you wouldn’t want that to happen – would you?
Codswallop Limerick #3
And as for a third Limerick; that would be really silly;
To write once more and again upon the ‘Cods-wallop-thing subject’ willy-nilly
So, defer, I shall
Lest my impressiveness should pall
And I then receive a reception rather chilly.
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David Harrison’s limericks made me laugh:
Sister Anna put up a red light
To make extra money at night
It was wicked codswallop
To call her a trollop
She needed the dosh for a flight.
An MP devoid of a brain
Demanded a levy on rain
Of waffling codswallop
He served up a dollop
The Speaker cried “Out! You’re a pain!”
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My second option for you was for a poem on the theme of TRANSPORT.
Rajiv Chopra was first in with a ‘poem on ‘Transport’, kinda inspired by our upcoming Holi festival’:
Grey, grey, the world is grey,
When I wake up every day.
What can I say, the world is drab,
And this makes us all feel sad.
One day, I heard of the festival Holi
I travelled to witness something holy.
What I found, shocked my senses,
The colours, the flowers, broke my fences.
The colours were my means of transport,
Taking my soul to a different port
The grey, I realised, was in my brain
Causing me much needless pain.
I now have become a Holy Fool
And now have made colours my tool
To transport people on a different path
Away, away from a dreary past.
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Now Graeme Sandford turns his ‘obsession’ to the subject of transport, with many a poem to enthrall us:
Transport poem #1
A Transport of Delight
On Shanks’s Pony
I stride along
Whilst singing a merry travelling song
Which is neither too short
Nor neither too long
It fits perfectly with the rhythm of my song
Left, right and repeat in turn
It was when I was one that this I did learn
And when I was twenty-one I earned my wings
And flew about upon suspended swings
For an aeroplane is not one of the things
That I would trust me with;
I could train to be a pilot
But, by train I prefer to go
Destination outward
Destination return
Travelling to and fro
And a bicycle made for two
Well that would never do
When I could have such fun
On a bicycle made for one
But, don’t try and tempt me with a unicycle
I would try and fail, or fall
So, don’t you be taking of the Michael
You may as well just saddle up that unicorn
For I was born to ride
Upon an iron horse
Or in a Viking longboat
Guided by the Norse god, Thor
It’s what my journeys are taken for.
Any way, I have transported myself much too much this time
And have to bide a while to recover the rhyme
So, in retrospect, ‘not’ to move is sometimes sublime.
Transport poem #2
Trains are fun;
Rails they run upon
Airports are busy,
Noisy and confusing
Spacecraft are cool;
Planets for the discovering
Omnibuses are red (mostly)
Routemasters definitely are;
Transporting me away.
Transport poem #3
“Steam trains obviously, my man!”
I thought that was a no-brainer
I’m not a diesel or electric train fan
I love the smoke, the steam, the feeling of nostalgia
When I travel upon the old rolling stock
Time goes back… tock!
Tick!
To the olden days I shall stick
As I claim my third-class seat
And await the cry:
“All aboard for Adlestrop!”
Oh, for trains gone by.
Transport poem #4
Transportation
My boat departs at three
And I shall be a stowaway ’til tea
Then I shall be a pirate
Or a pirate’s prating parrot
I don’t mind which
As all I want to say is
‘Pieces of eight!
Pieces of eight!’
I am no ancient mariner
I’m a cabin-boy in my head
I’ll sail the seven oceans
And count myself
As blessed
Until it’s time for bed.
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Option three was to write a ten-word story using all of the following words: JOKE, SINGING, GRAHAM, GAZUMPED and VICTORY.
Sacha Black didn’t waste time in writing her funny story:
The joke’s on Graham; while singing ‘Victory’ he got gazumped.
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Rajiv Chopra now entertains with his story:
Singing a joke, I gazumped Graham. Victory! I love you!
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Sarah Evans‘ is a clever story:
Graham told a joke, got gazumped! So started singing victory.
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David Harrison says, ‘As you can see from the 10-worder I’m a Pompey fan with a gallows humour!’:
Graham’s singing was gazumped by Pompey’s victory at Arsenal…joke!
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Hi Esther, have been quiet for a few weeks but here’s my Easter offering for you
Guy’s cheating raised eyebrows; eggs break, everyone’s in a tizzy
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Wow! You were quick. Thank you very much. Love your entry 🙂
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I simply cut and paste the words onto a blank document and it just came – it’s like that sometimes! Wish my writing was as instant. Have hit a becalmed patch at the moment! Have a lovely Easter Esther xx
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Hope you get your writing mojo back soon xx
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thanks for the prompts, Esther 🙂
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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….cheating Tizzy raises eyebrows break dancing on eggs and tomatoes…
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Excellent! Thank you very much. Love your story 🙂
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This was great, it really got the gears in my head spinning. Thanks for the inspiration.
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All three are great. Thank you so much for taking up the challenge 🙂
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“That’s CHEATING,” Tizzy said, eyebrows raised. “Stealing eggs breaks rules.”
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Brilliant! Love it 🙂
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Posted today as Limericking up for April
Choc’late is so hard to rhyme,
I’ve been trying it, time after time
It seems such a waste
As chocolate’s taste
Is truly divinely sublime.
The Doc says my pressure systolic
Is high because I’m chocoholic.
He says too much choc’late
Will cause a small blocklet
And give me a bad case of cholic
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Very clever! Happy Easter, Keith.
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Happy Easter to you, too, Esther. It was good to have a difficult word to work with, to exercise my muscles ready for April (that’s a lie, as I’ve already pre-drafted them all)
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Okay, if you insist. A third one (as follow-on to number two):
But what does he know? He’s a quack.
He claims that I’m way off the track
I’ll eat so much choc
That I’ll be chock-a-bloc
And get a full-blown heart attack!
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Fantastic! Love the follow-on.
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Happy Easter, Esther! Hope the Easter Bunny is good to you 🙂
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Thanks, Helen. Hope you’re having a good weekend 🙂
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I am, thank you 🙂 Hope you are too.
And I entered my revised Morgan’s Cottage into a short story competition today, so I’ll let you know if anything comes of it 🙂
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That’s good to know 🙂 I hope you do well.
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Thanks, Esther 🙂
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All chocolate is so yummy,
Especially when it’s inside your tummy,
But you better beware,
Too much is a snare,
So hide all excess from your mummy.
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Ha, ha! Love this 🙂
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😀
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I started this a while back, during a Caribbean holiday. The Soca Roca was the disco boat that cruised the bay. I’ve had a go at finishing it under the pressure of your prompt!
Sonnet of Sand
The Soca Roca thrums past, a rainbow
On the puckered sea. Misshapen skulls,
Guano iced, are parliament to trilling gulls
Eyeing the coral fish, flashing their tarty show.
Cinnamon frosted babies, paint the beach
With plastic spades; eyeless parents, basted
For spit roasting; happy to have wasted
Their nurtured cash on dark staining their peach
White flesh. Seven days of frantic relaxation,
Spent anxiously checking for zebra stripes,
Are reward for a year’s dead-eyed toil. Gripes
Are banned; they have their compensation
In the form of a cheap booze-induced coma
And the first stirrings of a melanoma.
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Wow! Very powerful. Excellent.
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Glad you enjoyed
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Hi Esther I had a go this time, at the limerick challenge: https://kyrosmagica.wordpress.com/2016/03/26/easter-eggy-limerick/
Happy Easter Sunday!
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I’m thrilled you’ve joined in. Thank you. Happy Easter 🙂
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My pleasure Esther. Happy Easter. 🙂
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I wanted to write a Limerick ’bout chocolate – just for fun
But, I decided to write it whilst sat in the sun
And before I’d even begun
The words started to run
And I had to throw the whole soggy mess away.
PS actually, I ate it.
G:)
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Thank you!
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Hi Esther
Your challenges become more and more interesting. Here goes:
10 word:
“With my cheating eyebrows, I can break eggs, Miss Tizzy….”
My mongrel verse on “Holidays”
“Every day, my girlfriend says
We must have a holiday.
I was fed up, she eats my brain
So, one day, to her I said:
My dear, prithee, please don’t bray!
She looked at me with killer eyes;
And swatted me, like I’m a fly.
Then screamed aloud for a holiday.
Inside of me, I started to pray,
And just dared to think: dear, please don’t bray!”
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I’m really glad you’re enjoying them. I love reading your entries 🙂
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Well, thanks…I often don’t know which way I will go.. then inspiration strikes!
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Great 🙂
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Chocolate Limerick #2
There once was a chocolate so dark
That it lived in a tree in the park
It called itself Cyril
But was spied by a squirrel
Which ate it for some topical lark.
G:)
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Ha, ha, ha! Love it 🙂
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Chocolate Limerick #3
At Easter the Chocolate is lush
And we eat all we can in a rush
From morning ’til night
In this feast we delight
And the results you can see in our tush!
PS ‘Tush’ is another word for our botties
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Hilarious!
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Chocolate LimerickPlus #4
“Dark or Light? Fruit or Nut?”
These were her words – were they not?
She wanted to know
If we were okay to go
But they all missed the cut
As the suitcase wouldn’t shut
And so we ate them right there in Heathrow.
G:)
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Fantastic!
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It romances the tongue like a dream
And leaves you feeling rather serene
But don’t do what Len did
Or you’ll end up at the dentist
And we all know that they’re rather mean
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Excellent!
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The chocolate bar was quite delightful
But the pain soon after was frightful
I don’t know about you
But I now feel quite blue
And my toothache has lasted since nightfall
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Very witty 🙂
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One bar of chocolate a day
The dentist won’t mind, that’s ok
But eat more than one
And it stops being fun
And will lead to a lot of decay
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How true!
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Thank you for all these 🙂
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Nothing like a limerick to start your day!
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Sooo true!
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I couldn’t stop eating, it’s true
The chocolate pudding like glue
It stuck to my teeth
And just like s thief
It’s taken my filling out too
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Hilarious 🙂
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Holidays Acrostic
Holidays are great
Obviously we hate it when they are over
Late-rising becomes a thing of the past
Industry or school or plain old being are the rule
Days dragon, flying they were.
Aardvarks never killed anybody (that I know)
Yesterday we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun (well, we would have done… if it hadn’t poured down from dusk till dawn till dusk) which has left us all forlorn.
G:)
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I like this very much. Thank you 🙂
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