The word of the day is… alone
Even in a crowd it’s on its own;
It feels set apart,
Has an ache in its heart,
And resides in an exclusion zone.
There may have been an illusionist from Penge
Who created an illusion quite strange
with mirrors and smoke
Until he started to choke
And toppled like a stone from Stonehenge.
A book of Limericks may seem inviting
Different, risqué, quite exciting
But after a few
You’ll find something to do
That is more wholesome, and far less like fleas biting!
The ‘Alternative Word of the Day’ is… LOVE;
LOVE is all around, There is LOVE below and LOVE is above;
LOVE is… here,
LOVE is… there,
LOVE is… every everywhere;
And when push comes to shove:
All you need is… LOVE…
An Oxygen/Nitrogen enriched atmosphere…
I’m one clown shy of a circus;
One sandwich short of a picnic
One circus-shy clown
one picnic-short sandwich
I’m one… and that’s a fact!
Hanger Farm Poets
Are a fine bunch of ‘all-know-its’
But I caused a bit of a to-do
When I mentioned ‘Clerihew!’
(Which has no fifth line – so it confuses some poets!)
On the train from Cardiff to Crewe
There was a bit of a do
Someone had cake
and a strawberry milkshake
One Happy Meal fed a hundred and two!
Yesterday’s word was ‘rambunctious’
And tomorrow’s is ‘proselytize’
And the way things are going,
There’s no way of knowing,
If learning them will make me wise.
But, I’ll try and remember their meanings,
Though some of them just won’t be learnt,
I’ll say them by rote,
Put some in a quote
And the difficult ones… will get burnt!
Another Different Format Limerick (basically, it resembles a Limerick slightly, but isn’t one)
I can tune my guitar in a minute
I know that there’s not a lot in it
some of the strings, are not that far out,
I’ll just be…ever so, very, a little bit, slightly… out of key… with the band…
(I hope) they’ll understand.
I am not worthy:
I suffer from poetry scurvy!
Too many times
I have forsaken the rhymes
That to me are like limes.