Now last week, I brought you news that I’m ending my weekly writing challenges and starting up some mini challenges with prizes (launching tomorrow!). And then I received this from the wonderful Keith Channing:
My Friday has started quite bleak,
I’m so sad I can hardly speak.
My mental molester
Is the news from Esther
That there’ll be no challenge this week.
On this day I set aside time
To fashion a lim’rick or rhyme
Few things are sweeter
Than nailing the metre,
The feeling is truly sublime.
Today, of this pleasure I’m robbed.
For once I won’t need my brow swabbed.
Instead of composing
I just sit here dozing.
My wife says she swears that I sobbed.
With no challenge to meet, I’m bereft.
My muse; she just got up and left.
Small wonder I moan
While I sit here alone
And I feel like a victim of theft.
The day after the equinox,
In a move that is unorthodox,
I’ll make my own prompt
And though I’m not swamped,
Have I opened a Pandora’s box?
So, in light of this, I think I’ll have to set Keith the odd challenge. So, if you’d like a prompt for this week, Keith, how about a limerick, or two, on the theme of dining out?