Well, there’s only a few days left of my Mad as a March Hare Limerick month, but I’m pleased to say that there’s still enough time to bring you another submission from @PipsComicVerse:-
I got a new girlfriend, Loletta
I wondered what pet I should get her
My mate Brian
Said get her a lion
So I did, but the bloomin’ thing ate her!
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Day 26!
A newspaper writer called Ed,
Said ‘I like it when people are dead.
It’s one of my views
That it makes super news
And I can go drinking instead.’
The moon is pale against the sky,
A crystal glow that shows the way
A single bright unblinking eye,
To laud the ending of the day.
She turns towards me with a smile,
Her skin as white and pale as snow
And though I beg her stay a while.
A lady knows just when to go.
Day 25 – the end is in sight!
A dragon called Fred would admire
And observe with a look of desire,
The toast when it burned,
As he said that he’d learned
That’d you never get smoke without fire.
Another fantastic submission from Pip’s Comic Verse – written from his sick bed. Get well soon!
A gravedigger, Daniel, from Scole
Got carried away with his hole
A sink-hole appeared
The church disappeared
Now Daniel is drawing the dole
Interesting fact of the day, my grandmother actually came from Scole! So there’s a coincidence. Remember, if you’ve enjoyed the above, pop along to Twitter to follow @PipsComicVerse or buy his book on Amazon here.
Edited because I forgot to add that Pip’s Comic Verse is now also on WordPress here Go follow!!
Day 24 – just a week’s worth of limericks left to go!
A man called Alberto said ‘Woe!
I fear that I’ve no place to go.
I’ve got one pair of socks
And a big cardboard box,
So I’m booking a place on skid row.’
The wallpaper is torn around the door
The scrape of cases catching on the frame,
The carpet worn thread thin upon the floor
A hundred stories, different but the same.
Freedom, union or a last goodbye
With nothing but seclusion to commend
No questions asked, each name a faded lie,
Hotel Nowhere – a beginning or an end?
Day 23!
There once was a gardener from Leeds,
Who started to eat all his seeds.
For hours and hours,
He’d hiccup up flowers,
Tomatoes, zucchini and swedes.
This one was written following World Poetry Day on 21st March – if you don’t know the story behind World Poetry Day, you can read about it here.
We send in words where guns have failed,
Morphine for our pain, hypnosis for the soul.
A ragged breath, drawn and exhaled,
A choking gasp, a fight to gain control.
It whispers then amongst the dead,
A ray of light that lights its twisted mounds,
A poem painted crimson red
That soothes our hearts and minds with soulful sounds.
Here’s my limerick for day 22!
A parrot called Polly said ‘Squawk.
As you see, I know how to talk.
I’ll teach you that words
Are just for the birds,
If you give me a blackboard and chalk‘.
There’s still time to send me a limerick to include (together with a link to your blog or website if you have one). Just e-mail it to me on thepoetrypixie@gmail.com
Poetry Pixie 