CCCXXII - Intersections

dVerse had the topic 'Button'.

Curiously, yesterday I found a button, 

in the middle of Camberwell Junction.

Intersections

I found a button yesterday,

On a busy intersection.

Big and black and with four holes:

A simplicity but with perfection.

As we go about our daily lives,

We all drop ‘button’s, or some such,

And be it a word, a deed or thing,

Never know what lives we touch.

Now, somewhere, with a flapping coat,

A lady walks the city…

A piece of her is on my desk;

I wonder if she’s pretty?

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CCCXXI - The Jonquil

Done in the same rhyming pattern as Wordsworth's Daffodils.

 

The Jonquil

The earth has passed the furthest tip
Of its broad arc around the sun;
Winter still maintains its grip
On a garden, dormant and undone.
But there, a harbinger of spring, unfurled:
A jonquil beams upon the world.

While all else is sleeping, or in decay;
The  jonquil foreshadows what is to be.
As I greet the lengthening of the day,
The jonquil speaks of hope to me.
There’s a freshness in its presentation
That evokes a sense of warm elation.

Dubbed Narcissus, after the Greek
Who flaunted his own perfection,
The jonquil would only have us seek
Heartfelt pleasure in its detection.
While self-love we should all forswear,
It doesn’t mean that beauty is not there.

So, to the jonquil, I give my thanks:
A most welcoming, mid-winter, jewel;
With beauty and sweet grace, it is the start
Of a season of rebirth and of renewal.
When life is cold and drab and still
I can but thank the sweet jonquil.

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CCCXX - Putting on Airs

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

This started as one limerick, grew to three limericks

and then compressed to a hybrid sort of thing:

Putting on Airs

A woman was putting on airs,
Rich due to inherited shares.
But, with her nose elevated,
Misfortune awaited,
And she tripped and fell down the stairs.
A scream passed her lips
And she cashed in her chips
But her money passed on to her heirs,
Who spent it on wining,
Some quite serious dining,
And a few sordid but well-published affairs.

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CCCXIX - Stealth Bomber

Mad Kane was lamenting the birdly habit of defacing cars, particularly red ones. 
To my mind, the convertibles are the ones at most risk.

The Stealth Bomber

Birds have a mischievous streak,
And perhaps a desire to critique:
They deposit, on a convertible,
Their bowel contents, squirtable,
Then fly off with a smirk on their beak. 

See also The Gotcha Bird

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CCCXVIII - The Headlights

The Headlights

Frozen still, caught in the light:
Bright and sharp and stunning.
Like a rabbit in the night,
Without the will for running.

Oblivious to the danger,
Transfixed there by the beams,
The world is a little stranger:
Nothing is as it seems.

Distantly, vaguely, he worries
But then she averts her sight;
And, so released, he scurries
Off into the safety of the night.

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CCCXVII - The Martini.

The Martini

Some gin, with a dash of vermouth,
Gives an air of being so couth.
It just reeks upper-class
In its conical glass,
But tastes bloody awful, in truth.

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CCCXVI - Filled with Doubt

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

Meanwhile, Red Dirt Girl posted the above photo.

A blonde was once filled with doubt,
As to what reading a book was about.
When told she would find
It would broaden her mind,
Asked if breasts would also spread out.

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CCCXV - Is there anybody there?

Carry On Tuesday asks us to continue with a famous first line but to create our own work.

This weeks' line was "Is there anybody there?" from Walter de la Mare's poem, The Listeners.

 Is there anybody there?

Is there anybody there? we ask,
A question thrown out into the void.
The need to know if we are alone
Keeps astronomers well employed.

But the search for extra-terrestrial life,
While quite cute, is seriously misguided.
When the quest for intelligence here
On Earth is open and yet to be decided.

We have pointless wars, we fight, we bicker.
We thrive on quite irrational beliefs.
We have homeopathy, astrology and tarot cards,
We have religions that just magnify out grief.

We believe that we can keep polluting
This bottle garden we live in now,
And it will magically regenerate itself
But we are really not sure how.

The Universe is quite seriously large
With many fine stars they can visit.
Should there be intelligent life somewhere,
This isn’t sort of place they’d come,

Is it?
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CCCXIV - Never in Doubt

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

A man who was never in doubt
Of what fine eating was about
Said “Life would be finer
For the discerning diner,
If we were rid of the Brussels Sprout”.

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On this theme, I wrote the following poem, some years ago:

Satan's Bollocks

By and large I love my greens,
My parents taught me right
Broccoli, spinach, peas and beans
I’ll gladly eat all night.

But the green that gives me much disgust
Is the dreaded Brussel Sprout;
By all means, cook them if you must,
Then... chuck the buggers out.

My childhood dinners ended late
I was ordered: eat the lot
So I slipped them slyly off my plate
And stuffed them down my socks.

Now sprout fans, please retreat
I don’t wish to be debatin’;
You’ll never convince me to eat
Those sulphurous balls of Satan.

CCCXIII - Hail to Thee, Froot Loop!

Somewhere, in a parallel universe, someone could be giving a talk

on the often overlooked health benefits of Froot Loops.

They could end the talk with a small recited poem. 

I have a possible contender here...

Hail to Thee, Froot Loop!

In the discourse on healthy lifestyles,
Froot Loops have been poorly viewed;
Panned dieticians and other do-gooders
Who express, in words far too crude,
But, paraphrasing for this sage occasion,
If you eat them, your future’s screwed.

Well, I say, a pox upon that blinkered view!
Froot Loops are bright!  Froot Loops are sunny!
They have more iron than a piece of steak,
And less sugar than a cup of honey!
As everyone struggles with the drudge of day,
It can’t but help to have a food that’s funny!

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CCCXII - Lady of Repute

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.
Meanwhile One Single Impression had the topic 'Wanting".
Always a good limerick prompt!

A man who was normally astute
Was chasing a lady of repute.
She was known in society
For her gross impropriety
But he couldn’t have given a hoot.

A girl who was very astute
Thought a maths teacher was cute
But he only had eyes
For functions of pi
'Til she showed him a lovely square root.

A girl who was very astute
Avoided the guys in pursuit
By taking them aside
To quietly confide
That she already had one up the chute.

A man who was very astute
Was also extremely hirsute.
The girls were all wary
About men who were hairy,
Something he was keen to refute.

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CCCXI - Taken Aback

A (roughly) common first line.

Taken Aback

A lady was taken aback
By the price of the clothes off the rack.
“It’s really extortion
And out of proportion
To the pay in the sweatshop out back.”

A fellow was taken aback
When told that he hadn’t the knack
To take his sweet Miss
To orgasmical bliss
But said practice would fix up the lack.

A lady was taken aback
When invited to stay in a shack.
Knowing how it would end
But not wanting to offend
She feigned a bad migraine attack.

A fellow was taken aback
When told that his mind was one track.
“Well, of course I agree
But it’s genetic, you see,
And it’s not fair that we cop so much flack.

A lady was taken aback
When invited for a walk down a track
But what came to pass,
On a rug, on the  grass,
Was a display of a remarkable knack.
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CCCX - Fickle

One Single Impression has a prompt "Fickle".

So, here is a limerick about fickle.

It is in response to the prompt, okay?  No people, living or dead, 

were in my mind when I wrote this terrible stereotyping of half the human race.  

I can't vouch for Verdi's mind.

Fickle

Women have a habit, you’ll find,

Of randomly changing their mind.

As Verdi was prone to say

“La donna è mobile”

But, in Italian, to protect his behind. 

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La donna è mobile : Woman is fickle. (Rigoletto)
Being in Italian, 'mobile' is pronouced 'mow-bill-ay'.

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CCCIX - The Mask

Magpie Tales has the above picture by Klaus Enrique Gerdes as a prompt.

I had a vision of one of those cucumber eye-masks, gone wrong.

 The Mask

A woman who longed for affection

Used vegetables, for her complexion.

The resultant tossed salad

Left her quite pallid

And added to her sense of rejection.

The men all thought her abhor-able

And, with manners truly deplorable,

They wouldn’t answer the phone

And she was left quite alone

But, for a rabbit, who thought her adorable.

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CCCVIII - Shooting the Breeze

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

Shooting the Breeze

A woman was shooting the breeze
And causing her neighbour unease.
She delighted to flirt
In an undersized shirt,
For no reason but wanting to tease.

A fellow was shooting the breeze
On Skype, to his wife, if you please,
But what couldn’t be seen,
Safely away from the screen,
Was his girlfriend, down on her knees.

A woman was shooting the breeze
With a guy who was lusting to squeeze
Her creamy smooth breasts,
Using one of the tests
They use to show ripeness in cheese.

A fellow was shooting the breeze
But his mind was focussed on slease.
She found him disgusting
And hosed down his lusting
By confessing to an infectious disease.
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CCCVII - The Ring of Steel

This grew out of a conversation that I had with a friend and colleague.

It started out reflecting on body ornamentation.  The last two verses are a nod to the fact

that many people go about their lives quietly, not revealing that they too

have things that pierce them, away from public view;

pain, responsibility, disappointment.

Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


The Ring of Steel

He dresses neatly for the business day,
Conservatively so, but without a tie.
Anyone watching him would have to say
He was perfectly mannered, if somewhat shy.

Chorus
We know so little about each other:
Partners, parents, neighbours, lovers.
Only with time will you finally discover
That a book does not reflect its cover.

He does his job, he knows what to do
In the pantomime of work, he plays his part.
But beneath his clothes and out of view
A secret is kept, close to his heart.

Chorus

Oblivious to it when he’s sitting still
He never thinks of it while he’s talking.
But it gives him a secret and sensuous thrill
As it swings to and fro when walking.

Chorus

If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t know,
And there’s some comfort in that fact.
But in the end it just goes to show
That people are often putting on an act.

Chorus

But not every secret is a pleasurable one,
Some conceal quite desperate lives;
Briefly forgotten while their work is done
They get some respite, from nine to five.

Chorus

Perhaps they’re ashamed or perhaps too proud,
Perhaps they don’t know how to start
To describe what's hidden from the crowd,
What steel rings they have beside their heart.

Chorus
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CCCVI - The Royal Wedding

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

This one developed a life of it's own.
(Image altered to comply with the Privacy Act).

The Royal Wedding

A Prince was planning to wed
A Beauty who was sleeping, not dead.
The result of a kiss
Was a lifetime of bliss,
Or that’s what the storybooks said.

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but wait...

We’re told a kiss woke up the Beauty
In truth, his breath was truly fruity.
The Princess awoke
Fearing she’d choke,
But she agreed to marry him, out of duty.

The wedding itself was a sight to behold,
The couple, both beautiful and bold.
The footmen were mice
And, cheap at the price,
While the coach was a pumpkin, of gold.

At the wedding, the guests gave a 'whoop'
When photos were shot of the group.
But once they were gone
The mice were moved on
And the pumpkin was turned into soup.

Time went by and their life grew boring,
The Princess turned her hand to restoring
The castle and moat,
Giving them a coat
Of paint and then replacing the flooring.

But when it came to nature’s call,
The Princess had no love at all.
She ignored his petition
For some friendly coition
And insisted he sleep down the hall.

One day he realised what lay ahead
(And it truly filled him with a dread)
When he woke with fright,
In the middle of the night,
To find seven dwarfs were sharing his bed.

“My dear”, he said, “I think it creepy
(No, there’s no point getting weepy)
I do not like the way,
At the breaking of the day,
I wake up Grumpy, feeling Sleepy.”

The Princess said that he was being mean
And packed her bags and fled from the scene.
He can’s say he missed her,
For he married her sister,
Who was quite ugly but terribly keen.
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CCCV - More Wedding Plans

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

I posted some yesterday.  Here are some more:

A fellow was planning to wed
But was sadly found naked in bed
With the mother of the bride,
Along for a ride,
So, for his own safety, he fled.

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A lady was planning to wed
But bought a small puppy instead.
“It’s cuddly and sweet,
It’s very discrete,
And adores me, as long as he’s fed.

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A fellow who was planning to wed
Practiced for his time in the bed
By visiting scores
Of big-breasted whores.
But he never enjoyed it , he said.

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A Tasmanian was planning to wed
His sister, the one with two heads.
His father said, “Jack,
She’s crap in the sack!”
So he married his mother instead.

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A fellow wasn't planning to wed
When he drew a sweet lass to his bed
But her father's advice
Was clear and concise:
"Marry her, my boy, or you're dead!"

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A fellow wasn’t planning to wed
When he had a liaison, in the shed.
But what altered his mind
Was a moment defined
By the shotgun, aimed at his head.

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A footballer was planning to wed
Until the tabloids published a spread
Showing him surprised,
In a position, compromised
With a spaniel, who was giving him head.

(Based on a true story, just the breed

has been changed to protect the innocent.)

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CCCIV - Wedding Plans

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

Wedding Plans

A woman was instructed to wed

By her father who wanted, ‘twas said,
To strengthen the strands
That bound neighbouring clans;
A prospect that filled her with dread.

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A fellow was planning to wed

And dreamed the first night in his bed.
But it was all in vain,
As she had a migraine,
So he had a cold shower instead.

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A sovereign was planning to wed

He’d done it several times, it was said.
Each of his wives
Had had truncated lives
As they left him, minus their head.

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A fellow was planning to wed

A lady, a true thoroughbred.
In the hay, in the stable,
She showed she was able
To be mounted and ridden and led.

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CCCIII - Mannequins, by night

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CCCII - Dialogue

I switch off if people talk over me.

Dialogue

They have a topic they wish to pursue
And are not even listening to you.
They show an absence of tact,
Completely missing the fact
That a dialogue, by rights, is for two.

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CCCI - Persuasion

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

An actress who tried to persuade
While naked, reclining and splayed,
Was less than impressed,
When told to get dressed
As the director was gay and not swayed.

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A fellow who tried to persuade
A buxom young lady to parade,
Lost all of his desire
When she shed her attire
And showed she was all masquerade.

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CCC - Still Waters

Still Waters

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A lady, most outwardly demure,
Had a red dragon, from a tattooer.
It wasn't Chinese,
It was Welsh, if you please,
And well away from the casual viewer.

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CCXCIX - Deeply Tanned

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

Deeply Tanned

A guy with a very deep tan
Was grabbed by a group from the klan;
To avoid their foul means
He dropped down his jeans
And showed them the colour he began.

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A girl with a very deep tan
Had sex with a deeply tanned man.
Far out on the ocean,
Their Brownian motion,
Sadly sank their catamaran.

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CCXCVIII - The Monsters Are Out

 For Dylan, 2.

The Monsters Are Out

 Read to the beat of 'O Fortuna', from Carmina Burana.

(whispered)

O Goodness me!
What do I see?
The monsters are in town.

Devils glaring
Demons staring
Have they come to hunt me down?

Black bats in flight
The gargoyles bite
There’s mayhem in the city.

Zombies walking
Warlocks stalking
My prospects are not pretty.

Goblins in tombs
Witches on brooms
They control the earth and sky.

Hint of brimstone
Clash of shin bone
Skeletons rattle passing by.

Black cats howling
Gremlins scowling
After dark the town is their’s.

Satan’s warlords
Creaking floorboards
Something’s coming up the stairs!

(Loudly)

They’ve reached my door
I’m on the floor
Is that a banshee that I heard?

Excuse me, mister,
Eat my sister,
There’s much more meat on her.

I’m full of dread
Beneath my bed
Please monsters, walk on past!

I feel so dumb
It just my Mum
It’s breakfast time at last!
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CCXCVII - A Vampire named Flynn

 dVerse had the topic "Vampires".

A Vampire named Flynn.

There was a young vampire named Flynn,

A disgrace to his bloodsucking kin.

He was reduced to a wreck

By the smooth skin of a neck

And blood sent him into a spin,

A spin,

And blood sent him into a spin.

His origin was pure Hungarian,

But his diet was strict vegetarian.

He ate lots of fruit,

Played songs on a lute,

And wanted to be a librarian,

Librarian,

And wanted to be a librarian.

And so that is the tale of young Flynn,

Who never had blood on his chin.

He drank chamomile teas,

Ate soups of green peas

And custard, without any skin.

Any skin,

And custard, without any skin.

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CCXCVI - The Yak

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

Coincidentally, there is an ad campaign for Fat Yak Pale Ale on at the moment.

A man had a notable knack
Of leading the girls to the sack.
It wasn’t his finesse
That made them undress
But the fact he was hung like a Yak.

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A girl had a notable knack
Of ending the night on her back.
“I’ve thought about stopping
But it pays for the shopping
And my account is well in the black.”

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A man had a notable knack
Of endlessly praising his Mac.
When he refused calls to cease
He was covered in grease
And dropped off a pier in a sack.

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Repost - The Letter

Today, April 25th, is ANZAC Day in Australia.
Ninety-seven years ago Australian and New Zealand soldiers were landed in southern Turkey
as part of Churchill’s ill-conceived plan to attack Germany from the south.

Thousands died.

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I wrote this two years ago but it still seems appropriate.

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Prologue

There’s a picket fence and a cottage gate,
An anxious frown, the postman’s late…
He comes at last, he understands,
And the precious envelope changes hands.

The Letter

Dearest Mother, it’s late, it’s cold,
Me and some mates are in a trench,
Huddled for warmth, no food, no smokes.
I can’t begin to describe the stench
Of the bodies we have no time
To bury in any sort of respectful way.
They say the push is on tomorrow,
Never have I so dreaded the day.
It’s a lottery, you know, who gets shot
We shout and holler and run the guns,
To drop and dig all over again.
Greetings from Hell, your loving son.

Epilogue

As every mother ruefully learns
It’s not her son who eventually returns;
There’s a stranger standing in her hall,
If, of course, he returns at all.

Translated from the Turkish.

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CCXCV - The Quest

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

 

A woman was off on a quest

For a man who, at her behest,

Would dentally undress her

Sensually caress her,

And...you’ll have to imagine the rest.

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A fellow was off on a quest

To find a young lady, undressed.

As his opening line

Was “Your place or mine?”

The ladies were far from impressed.

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CCXCIV - Darwin's Finch

I was listening to a talk recently where the speaker used the line

"Like Darwin's finch, we must adapt or die".  It touched a chord.

Darwin’s Finch

On each island you will find a different bird,
Adapted to the vagaries of its habitance.
While they have no control of what occurred,
They’ve made the most of their inheritance.

Their families come from a  common thread,
Their surrounds have given divergency.
Their beaks and foods and even songs, it’s said,
Have been pushed by evolutionary urgency.

We, too, are confined to an island home,
Set in the vast ocean of intergalactic space.
As resources dwindle and populations grow,
Environmental impacts will  be commonplace.

In the New World, hotter, wetter and, oh so brave,
With what kind of finch will we share our cave?

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CCXCIII - Sundry woes

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

I had two slants on it:

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A man was recounting his woes,
About how he’d lost sight of his toes,
His mouth, he’d admit,
Was a bottomless pit:
It was a case of anything goes.
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A girl was recounting her woes
In finding some half decent clothes.
When her partner confessed
He preferred her undressed,
He’s now buried, under a rose.
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CCXCII - Brain Snap

Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

I had two slants on it: 
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 A fellow was starting to snap
The back of a lady’s bra-strap
When the bra-owner said:
“Touch that and you’re dead
And a law suit will land in your lap”.

 And...

A woman was starting to snap
As she sat in the car with her chap.
“Now, the point has been crossed,
Just admit that you’re lost
And take time to look at a map.”

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CCXCI - In Box

.Mad Kane has a post on email in-boxes.

I hopped into hers with this...

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A guy found his in-box, of late,
Held Russians in search of a mate,
Some penile enhancements,
Nigerian advancements
And twelve viruses, lying in wait.

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CCLXXXX - Blow Job

.Mad Kane has a regular limerick challenge.

She provides the first line, the rest is up to us.

A bit risqué, but I believe a limerick should be.

 

A fellow was trying to show
New tricks to his innocent beau.
“I grant you it’s confusing
It’s a phrase they are using:
The idea is to suck, not blow.”

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CCLXXXIX - Nightmare II - The Goblin's Dream

dVerse had the prompt 'Nightmare'.

I had two takes on it.  This is the second:

The Goblin’s Dream

With a goblin on her breast festooned,
She took one look and promptly swooned.
There he sat, unimpressed,
Wanting her to be undressed;
And, crudely put, to be harpooned.

“I suggest you do not waste your scream,
Things are really as they seem.
There is no Prince to save the day
I plan to have my wicked way,
Your nightmare will be this goblin’s dream!”

Alas there was a cross-fruition
Of this nightmare coalition.
The offspring of the evil deed,
When the goblin sowed his seed,
Is now the Leader of the Opposition.

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CCLXXXVIII - Nightmare I - In your dreams.

dVerse had the prompt 'Nightmare'.

I had two takes on it.  This is the first:

A quick Google found that these are the common nightmares:

Being Chased (but not chaste?), Drowning, Being Trapped, Partner Leaving Them,

Being Injured, Teeth Falling Out, Being Naked in Public, Missing a Plane or Train,

Contacted By the Dead, Natural Disasters.

Nightmare I - In Your Dreams.

As our heads make a pillow impression,

The squatters take up vacant possession.

Goblins, distilled from our deepest fears,

Take control of our internal gears.

With banshee howls, wide-eyed folk are chased

Endlessly, pointlessly and with relentless haste,

While hearing the ghostly spite of Uncle Fred,

Made all the worse, as he’s not yet dead.

Earthquakes, floods and New Year sales

Add tribulations to their tormented tales.

And just when they think there can be no more pain.

They are lost and naked and have missed their train.

Then their partner, clothed and teeth all there,

Has upped and  gone, to who knows where,

In search, they swim into an unflagged zone

And drown;  injured, toothless and alone.

I, too, have a nightmare, horrible and distressing

I’ll tell you rather than leave you guessing:

It is that a motley herd of wide-eyed, terror filled, unclothed, toothless,

entrapped and yet awkwardly mobile, largely unwanted, unwell,

hallucinating people with the watery stare of long drowned sailors

who caught the next ship and didn’t live to regret it, pursued relentlessly

by the nameless abominations of the Apocalypse, the Taxation Office,

the Collingwood Football Club and a tumbling tsunami of

all my lost ball-point pens, burst in to my study and spill my wine.

My language would be quite extreme,

Their nightmares, comparably, would be a dream.

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© 2012   J Cosmo Newbery

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