I know a young lady called Kipps.
Bad language never passes her lips.
But in a Soho club
Called the Rubber Dub Dub
She seductively wriggles her hips
I Know A Young Lady Called Kipps
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I Challenge You To…
A number of contributions to Ester Chilton’s challenges to write about the subject of chips (last weeks challenge) and sunshine (this weeks challenge). My contributions to both challenges can be found below along with those of others.
This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:
Sunshine
Last week’s challenge was to write about chips/crisps. You sent in some really funny pieces. Here are a few:
Here’s Keith Channing‘s brilliant limerick:
As soon as it passes my lips
The best food descends to my hips
Fried fish done in batter
Will soon make me fatter
So for now, it’s Goodby Mr Chips.
Steph Richmond has written something we can all relate to:
The WeightWatchers Conundrum.
It looked at me, tempting me. I could almost hear it saying, ‘Go on, I won’t hurt you… come just a little closer.’ I was torn. Should I give in to temptation? My mind was saying, ‘No’, my heart saying, ‘Yes’. I am learning to follow my heart in most things.
I reach out to accept my fate, my mouth waters. My mind tries…
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I Once Knew A Dog Called Rover
I once knew a dog called Rover
Who ate my favourite pullover.
When I began to moan
He swallowed my phone
So I banished him to Dover!
There Was A Young Man Called Guy
There was a young man called Guy
Who worked in the field of AI.
He created a robot girl to love
But alas she gave him the shove
Which caused that young man to cry
Oil
To pour oil on troubled waters
Calms.
But when
The daughters
Of men
Employ their charms
The oil may destroy
Both girl and boy.
One can overanalyse
An action.
Yet a girl’s bright eyes
May grow dim
Through too much interaction
With a random him
And him.
‘Tis true
That there is nothing new
Under the sun.
Men will after pleasure run
And fun
Is only a phone call
Away. And perhaps to some
To fall
Is no great matter at all.
If I Could Paint A Portrait
If I could paint a portrait
Of each dream and nightmare
There you would see me
Naked in love and hate
Nameless Feet
Nameless feet have walked this way.
We danced but none did stay.
Some in heels, others bare
Dancing, dancing to who knows where.
The dance
May entrance
Or bring on care,
Shameless feet dancing, to who knows where.
Bark Rubbings
Close to the end of the woodland path,
Shortly before you join the thoroughfare,
There
I ran my hands across the tree.
It’s rough bark kindled in me
A child’s wish to an impression make
Of that tree, and to take
It away with me.
Had I crayons, perhaps I would have captured that bark
On pristine
Paper, creating a clean
Bark rubbing
Leaving the tree as before.
Yet as I stood
Close to the edge of that wood
I thought how one can neither restore
Nor rub away
Yesterday.
I Knew A Young Lady Called Lou
I knew a young lady called Lou
Who was virtuous and true.
While out on our first date
I just couldn’t wait
So she hit me with her shoe!
When The Sun Comes Out
When the sun comes out
Young women go about
In shorts and dresses
And men of a certain age
Engage
In dreams of perfect skin.
“Undresses …
Caresses …
Oh to be young, to win
And …”.
