I knew a girl whose name was Kate
she used to stand by her garden gate,
she would flash her thighs
when the boys passed by
perhaps that’s why she suddenly put on weight
Category Archives: Comic verse
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #32
CCC #31 ~A sea shanty
Of all the boats that ply the seas,
the dinghy is the one for me
for even if your engine fails
there’s always time to set the sails
but if the wind blows you offshore,
stick in the row locks and man the oars
with a little work eventually
you can still be home in time for tea.
Filed under Comic verse, Self compositions, Whimsical
CCC #30 ~This farming life
On an Exmoor farm worked a boy called Ted
He drove a tractor all shiny and red
Out in the fields he’d work all day
Ploughing the earth and gathering hay
The farmer said now come here my lad
Tis about time a wife you had
I offer to you my daughter Sue
She would be just right for you
I thankee kindly Sir was his reply
But I do bat on the other side.
Filed under As you read it, Comic verse, No offence intended, Self compositions, Whimsical
Thursday photo prompt #Wicker #writephoto
In the field there danced three witches
no bones nor flesh just willow switches,
holding hands they whirled around
though their feet never left the ground,
while all who watched were filled with glee
laughing at their transparency
nothing to worry us here they said
one good fire and the witch is dead.
Filed under Comic verse, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Self compositions, Whimsical
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #27
A silly young girl from Lynton
took a stroll across the meadow for fun
but her shorts were miniscule,
she took off her blouse to keep cool
now she has bites where she’d rather have none
Filed under Comic verse, Limerick, nature inspired, Self compositions, Whimsical
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #252 Tinker&Tumble
When Humpty Dumpty
waved at a passing tinker
a tumble ensued.
Filed under Comic verse, Haiku, Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Whimsical
In Other Words, dancing…
There was a young lady from Lancing
who on her wedding night could not stop dancing
if she had gone up to her room
to look for the groom
she’d have found him with the bridesmaids romancing
Filed under Comic verse, Self compositions, Whimsical
When the pen takes control. 