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.
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
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!
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!
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.
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 mendacity,
Far better to stick to veracity.
But don’t feign surprise
If you catch me in lies;
I mean well, but lack the capacity.
I’m thrilled to see EDC Writing joining in this week:
To be sucked in
you cross a line
left best a fool
at worst ignored
let conscience air
not skewed desire
step back save face
no mirror lies.
Kevin is up next with a powerful poem:
A secret fire.
Their desire
Must
Out
In lust.
They can not shout
About
Their passion, for Pretty Eyes
Is another guy’s
Special one.
Truth has gone
A-walking.
And soon people…
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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
Summer frocks
Gosamer thin
Caress skin.
The season unlocks
But not for him.
To be frank
A crank
Is a he
Or she
With whom we
Disaagree …
(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/crank/).
I have yearned
And turned
To what I ought
Not.
While hot
I have
Been momentarily glad
To
Go through.
Then
When
‘Tis done
I run
To what is true,
Mistress Nature who
Does not care
Where
I have been
Or who seen.
The Commons debate
Matters of weight.
While in spring
Flowers pleasure bring
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