A loony limerick challenge We need a fresh horse for the Chariot So I’m stalking my prey with my lariat. When I’ve tracked the beast down And we’ve hacked back to town I’ll need bacon and eggs at the Marriott. Now it’s your turn! Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Author: janus I'm back......and front - in sunny Sussex-by-the-sea View all posts by janus
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Jeremy C was a clown
Who talked his country down,
He plotted with fools
And all sorts of tools
Until he was run out of town! (I hope)
Oh well, it’s bedtime here in darkest Africa….
That prince of poets Janus
Has sought to entertain us
His challenge has
To write about Uranus
I knew a young fella in Oz
Who wasn’t quite sure what he was
He’d dress like a Sheila
And dance up a fever
But in Mardi Gras everyone does.
I would have liked to submit a masterpiece, Janus, but can’t find a rhyme for “Wichman”, the idiot leader of Danish fishermen – poor them. His view that there was no “before” the UK joined the CFP leaves the mind boggling. You’re doing well to get out. Even your soon-to-be neighbour of very little brain must be more intelligent.
Sheona, may I suggest ‘sick, man’, ‘trick, man’ or ‘thick, man’ – or even ‘stick-man’?
Btw I’m calling my new abode ‘Pooh Corner’.
The Dane Wichman, whose first name is Neils
Will soon be known for his squeals.
Our fishermen he’s taunted
Over rights they had vaunted
They have now vowed to stuff him with eels.
Sipu, you are in top form here, showing off poetic abilities. Well played. You are the new Walt Wichman.
Jazz, you veer quite often – from anything resembling logic or expertise other than your own limited field of understanding.
Btw, Sipu, thank you for another fine pome!