Lets write a Limerick, one line at a time.

Started by GrannyMac, March 18, 2023, 06:20:51 AM

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Alex

The vicar announced a jumble sale
At three o'clock come rain or hail
Betty's muffins one pound each
Ernie's wine - made from Peach
With such bargains how could it fail?

Mups

Sitting here watching a big Red Kite
They really are such a graceful sight

dextrous63

Sitting here watching a big Red Kite
They really are such a graceful sight
My blue lens makes it purple

klondike

Sitting here watching a big Red Kite
They really are such a graceful sight
My blue lens makes it purple
There's another so that's a couple

dextrous63

Sitting here watching a big Red Kite
They really are such a graceful sight
My blue lens makes it purple
There's another so that's a couple
Wonder where they both go in the night.

A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush

Mups

A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush 
You can rhyme with this -  with a bit of a push!

dextrous63

A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush 
You can rhyme with this -  with a bit of a push!
But as the doc says

GrannyMac


A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush
You can rhyme with this -  with a bit of a push!
But as the doc says
No appointments for days
Lets hope your high temperature is just a hot flush.


Its not how old you are, but how you are old. 💖

Mups

A beautiful morning,  we're almost in May

dextrous63

A beautiful morning,  we're almost in May
As Grayson would chant "what a gay day"

Alex

A beautiful morning,  we're almost in May
As Grayson would chant "what a gay day"
Birds are singing, not a cloud in sight

dextrous63

A beautiful morning,  we're almost in May
As Grayson would chant "what a gay day"
Birds are singing, not a cloud in sight
The Welsh are singing 🎶 All through the night

Mups

A beautiful morning,  we're almost in May
As Grayson would chant "what a gay day"
Birds are singing, not a cloud in sight
The Welsh are singing 🎶 All through the night
Let's try to be happy,  come what may. :smiley:


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With his gardening gloves on
And whistling a little song,
Thomas went out to his shed