Miserable start to the year so my mood wasn’t cheery for another go at last week’s limerick from Esther’s prompt – Sale
I bought some new boots in the sale
To protect me in the rain and the hail
But after just a few sploshes
I found my galoshes
Had been pierced by an inopportune nail.
This week the prompt is Hell. That’s not exactly improving the levels of joy. This one is from the heart\
Commuting is the worst kind of hell
Which can leave you distinctly unwell
You’ll soon be believing
That stopping breathing
Is better than some second-hand smell.