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There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young lady called Lou
Who stood in a pot of glue.
She said, with a sigh
“I don’t know why
I stood in this pot of glue!”.

There Was A Young Man Called Kirt

There was a young man called Kirt
Who composed a poem about a skirt.
It being very protracted
I became distracted
And thought
It ought
To be short.

I Challenge You To…

Ester Chilton challenges her readers to write a poem, limerick or story about shopping. You can find my contributions below together with an amusing limerick by Keith Channing.

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This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:

Shopping

Last week’s challenge was to write about School. Here are a couple of the pieces you sent in:

Keith Channing sent this limerick in – on his birthday too!

There was a complete moratorium

On crooning in the auditori...

There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young lady called Lou
Who lost a little black shoe.
When it was found under the bed
Of a vicar named Ted
It caused quite a to-do …

Feedback On Your Poems At The Poetry Cafe

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The (UK) Poetry Society are offering poets the opportunity to have their work critiqued.

There are various dates available in July and August.

The cost for Poetry Society members is £60 and £70 for non-members.

For further information please visit http://poetrysociety.org.uk/poetry-society-information/services/poetry-surgery/.

WE ARE DUST

Life lasts
Not for ever,
Our time here is so short,
Nothing stays the same for ever,
Our minds
Are small
Defined by the box we live in
But eternity calls
Remember, we
Are dust

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Publishing And Diversity

On 9 June, the author, Lionel Shriver, published an article in The Spectator, https://www.spectator.co.uk/2018/06/when-diversity-means-uniformity/. To give a quote from that article which does, I think sum up Shriver’s argument:

“Second: dazzled by this very highest of social goods, many of our institutions have ceased to understand what they are for. Drunk on virtue, Penguin Random House no longer regards the company’s raison d’être as the acquisition and dissemination of good books. Rather,...

There Once Was A God Named Pan

There once was a god named Pan
Who married a girl named Ann.
They made music together
Whatever the weather
With the aid of a frying pan!

There once was a god named Pan
Who loved a girl called Ann.
He offered her his heart
But being in love with art
She married his best friend Dan!

The Oldest Game In Town

Tis the oldest game in town,
Save for agriculture
Perhaps. Or did moralists frown
When the hunter gatherers played
With the vulture?
And who then preyed?
And what is prey
Anyway?

Tis the same
Old game
Today. Vultures with vultures dance.
The word said
Is “Bed”
But romance
Is dead.

The soiled rose
With too short clothes
Will prey
On those
Who pay
To play
With prey.
But for a moment stay,
Just who created the prey?

None Can Force The Pot

None can force the pot
To be hot.
And a watched pot
Never boils.

Cease your toils
And she
Will love thee
(or not.