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Mirror mirror, on the wall
What do you see, the room at all?
Do you see the world around
Clearly see where you are bound?
Into night, away from day
Where your owner learns to play
Music on the piano.
Making every hour go
So when a face you finally show
The thought is there
A face so fair.
Today’s prompt for Esther Chiltons limerick challenge is Bread this week. I wrote this poem to be humorous and although I hate marmite I wouldn’t try and stop anyone else eating it.
Limericks have two rhyming lines at the start, then two lines with a different rhyme and then one single, final line, that rhymes with the first two.
Maybe it’s time to get your pen out…?
Play with the words, it’s fun, no doubt!
Rhyme and couplet
Words you can bet
You can be a real limerick lout!
Someone switched the light on?
Let the sun in
Opened the curtain
Star shining bright
Flooded with light
Flare of yellow gold
Shining through the cold
Makes me feel less old.
I’m cracking up
I have to say-
I’ve really had
A funny day.
It wasn’t droll
It wasn’t bad
It wasn’t silly
It wasn’t sad
It has just been
A little odd
I’m wondering whether
I need a pod
Of dolphins –
Who’ll swim with me
Till my head spins
No more, and I am me!
When I was at school our teacher taught us a rhyme to remember how to pronounce the letter H (or ‘a itches are wrong’ it means you are dropping your H). It went like this:
Old Harry Oakes,
Host of the Hare and Hounds,
Has Hard, and Horribly Horny Hands!
We had to stand up and say this in class! I think it’s because we all had Birmingham accents and he wanted us to sound more middle class!
I can remember a few more rhymes and nursery rhymes that have popped into my mind recently. Is this a sign of getting old?
Flames of light
Lick the canvas of sky
Bright gouts of pink
Orange, red, purple
Watercolour wash
Or oil paint smother
Icing on the cake
Of the day.
Fire in the sky
A beautiful tie dye.
They ask
‘what’s on the easle?’.
I say
‘a lot of stuff’
Tissues and a coffee cup
And other sorts of muck
A drawing of a dragon
A pallette and a brush
A green painted canvas
If you really want to look….
I ought to be painting
But there’s been a delay
My minds gone off the boil now
It’s not coming out to play…
One day I’ll get my mojo back
I’ll start to paint again
But till that day my easle
Is a place to rest my brain!
Oh for autumn
Gone away
Not to be seen
For another day
Plants die back
Leaves fall down
Winter comes
And freezes the ground
Warmth has seeped
Away from here
Brilliant sun
No longer near
Frosts and fogs
Are here this year
To chill your bones
Cold winds you hear.
So come back autumn
Come back spring
One more summer
To make me sing.
Warning arrives
Snow flies
Blizzards may be
As Arwen, a storm
Comes in from the sea.
Strengthening winds
Blustery showers
Branches may fall
Throughout the day.
Ice and snow flutters
Into the gutters
When will it go?
who knows!
Is full of confusion
Pattern flies round my head
Variations come and go…
Hard and soft, colours glow
Light and shade
What I’ve made
Begins to flow
To and fro
I see my thoughts
As ones and noughts
Digitally built messages
From analogue sketches
Mallaband-Brown