In my recent blog post, I mentioned that I’d be back with my challenges soon. In the meantime, Lance Greenfield is holding my Monday and Thursday challenges if you’d like to take part. You’ll find him at https://lancegreenfield.wordpress.com/
I also promised I’d publish all your wonderful limericks from several months ago. Well, here they are.
The prompts were:
PAIN
HEAL
NURSE
Keith Channing:
The dogs needed walking again
So I had to go out in the rain.
It would be okay
On a sunnier day
But this is a regular pain!
My shoemaker told me that he’ll
Give comfort from toe right to heel.
But each homophone
Grates right to the bone;
Those old blisters may never heal.
Nurses and doctors won’t stay
Unless they receive decent pay.
Rewards may accrue,
Some thank-you is due –
Even a fine cabernet.
No self-respecting young nurse
Uses a camel-skin purse.
Regarding the rest,
Sow’s ear is best
Even if slightly perverse.
Ritu:
“Ooh, Matron,” the patient said again
“Say that once more, and I’ll inflict pain!”
“But, Nurse, you’re meant to heal”
“Not when you cop a feel.
Patients like you, quite the bane!”
Cathy Wattam:
With your shoulder, you must be in pain
Needing invasive surgery again,
I do hope you heal fast
So your pain doesn’t last
And you don’t get a nurse who’s insane!
Kim Smyth:
There once was a lady in pain
Which was made worse by the rain
The doctor did say
She needed rest for a day
So the surgery wasn’t in vain!
Christine Mallaband-Brown:
I really feel your pain
I know it must be a strain
To live with a shoulder
That makes you feel older
So your health is restored again.
After surgery it takes time to heal
It can be a very big deal
Muscles are knitting
And a sling it needs fitting
For a few weeks at least – not ideal!
You need a very good nurse
So you recover, not get worse.
So rest up your shoulder
And then you’ll get bolder
And resume your writing of verse.
I hope the nurse treats you well
And any pain they can quell
You recover full strength
At no long length
your hospital stay a short spell!
Trent’s World:
Esther has a date with doctor and nurse
Hopefully to heal the shoulder pain curse
I have naught to say
Being an ocean away
I have to send my well wishes in verse.
A limerick with depth is a pain
Trying to cram it all in is insane
But I’ll try my best
While you heal and rest
And maybe your smile I’ll gain.
Paul Mastaglio:
Thought you’d done away with pain
But I guess it’s back again
Try opening another folder
Might have a new shoulder
Then you’ll be right as rain!
The shoulder will heal
I’m certain, I feel
You’re on the right track
In no time, you’ll be back
If not, you can always appeal!
You couldn’t do any worse
Than employ a nurse
Someone to care
Who could be right there
And that’s the end of my verse!
The Hidden Edge:
Help! I’m in need of a nurse,
This pain is getting much worse,
If it doesn’t heal,
I might just repeal,
Instead, call straight for the hearse!
Linking People2013:
No pain, no gain, they say,
Be disciplined and obey,
God will heal,
Just go through the ordeal,
Nurse will also pray!
Lance Greenfield:
For Esther
Her surgeon’s name was Socrates,
Who studied under Hypocrates.
Her nurse was Jane,
Who soothed her pain.
With friends like these, she’ll heal with ease . ..
. . . and, if my dream comes true, we’ll all be pleased!
Her surgeon’s name was Harry.
In theatre he did not tarry.
In full command,
His healing hands,
Soon had Esther as happy as Larry.
For my Dad
Happy Birthday Bony Tony,
Always straight and never phoney.
Two years departed,
Still never outsmarted.
Let’s party with pizza calzone.
Ruth Scribbles:
I once had a PAIN in my heel
The NURSE said there’s nothing to feel
I limped and I groaned
I groused and I moaned
The pain in my heel better HEAL???
Sarian Lady:
To look at my face is a pain.
The mirror should go down the drain.
A wrinkle, a blemish,
And I’m off to the chemist.
I wish I wasn’t so vain.
Can anyone, I appeal?
My broken heart to heal.
On dating apps,
I’ll find perhaps
Someone to make my head reel.
How I love a kind nurse.
I’ll explain it all in this verse.
Bed baths and pills,
To cure all my ills.
Rather than go off in a hearse.
Val Fish:
Pushing and panting for all I was worth
The pain was like nothing on earth
But I’d do it over again
Despite all that pain
That’s the miracle of childbirth.
I’ve a pain that won’t go away
It’s with me every hour of the day
But I made my bed
When I stupidly said
I would love honour and obey.
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