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There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore 2 kinds of shoe.
One was red,
Or so Lou said,
As she was colour blind too!

There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore one high-heel shoe.
I happen to know
That the other was low
As I lent Lou my shoe!

There was a young lady called Lou
Who dressed all in blue.
Her dress was short
But I ought
To stop there as Lou may sue!

The Nazi Propagandists Must Be Chuckling In Their Graves

There is a story circulating that the Syrian chemical attack was staged. The story eminates from Russian TV (no surprise there then)! Sadly this garbage has been picked up by the usual suspects – I’ve just seen a blog written by a UK-based blogger on the far-left of the political spectrum and, doubtless the “story” has also been picked up by bloggers on the far-right of the political spectrum.

Birds of a feather flock together and its instructive how the far-left and the far-right are so kee...

There Was A Young Lady Called Bess

There was a young lady called Bess
Who spoke to me of progress.
She was extremely petite
And had dainty feet
But her hair was a terrible mess!

There was a young lady called Bess
Who spoke to me of progress.
She had long blonde hair
And during our steamy affair
I wore her little black dress!

Libidinous

Nature is libidinous they say.
Yet on my way
Through the woods today
No nymphs did I spy.

Though perchance
They performed a hidden dance
Amongst the budding tree
But not for me.

Whig And Tory

The Whig
Was big
On progress. while the Tory Squire
Sat by his fire
And said “let it be
For the ancient tree
Is mainly of good
Wood”.

And what of me
Who all around does see
The venerable tree
Brought low?
I would go
Where the great oaks still grow,
But most of those who should conserve
No longer preserve.

Civilisation

Had I the money, I would withdraw
From the world’s incessant roar
And wait in my gated home
For civilisation to be as Rome.

But no,
Perhaps we can avoid a collapse
And the roar
Will go
On as before.

There Was A Young Parliamentarian Called Lear

There was a young parliamentarian called Lear
Who liked to shout “here, here”.
When it came to voting
He could be found out boating,
That nautical young parliamentarian called Lear!

There was a young parliamentarian called Lear
Who liked to shout “here, here”.
When it came to voting time
He composed a rhyme,
That poetical young parliamentarian called Lear!

Spink Limericks

There was a young man called Spink
Who drank a bottle of ink.
A doctor named Dave
Did his best to save
That foolish young man called Spink.

There was a young lady called Spink
Who drank a bottle of ink.
When she turned bright blue
And said “I love you”
It made me turn to drink!

I Challenge You To…

Ester Chilton is running a challenge in which she asks her readers to write a poem, limerick or short story on the subject of love. You can find my contribution below together with those of other participants.

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

Love

Last week’s challenge was to write about lies. You sent in some strong pieces. Here are a few:

As always, Keith Channing gets in first with something witty:

The greatest of sins is men...

Beware The Angry Badger!

An angry badger caused chaos in a Scottish castle. He does not, however appear to have been accompanied by his friends Mole, Ratty or Toad! https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/apr/19/very-angry-badger-causes-part-of-scottish-castle-to-be-closed-to-public