Here is my approach to this weeks photo challenge, “lines”.
I can’t seem to get limericks out of my head. The words just seem to creep into my brain, begging to be explored.
So here are a few lines, grin or groan as you will, I am addicted.
My feet are running, my nose is not,
It’s all stuffed up and filled with snot.
I wheeze and blow,
But one thing I know,
Being knighted on Friday as Sir Dripsalot.
Toodle Loo and Oogle Too were in a heated race,
Waddling down the road at a not so torrid pace.
Along came a hole,
Which swallowed them whole,
Said Loo to Too, I think we have fallen from grace.
There once lived a frog by the name of Bart,
He would moan and groan and hone his art.
The ladies he longed to do,
Alas, he was weak in the woo,
When mounting a croak, all he could do was fart.