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.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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25 Responses to Wet Wet Wet #LIMERICK

  1. willowdot21 says:

    So damn true 💜 i

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  2. Darlene says:

    Having commuted for many years, I can relate to the second one.

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  3. Car pooling shortens lives.

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  4. tootlepedal says:

    I liked commuting but I only did it for two years and I was very young. A merry gang of us shared a compartment on the 8.09 to Cannon Street.

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  5. iamthesunking says:

    I haven’t heard the word “galoshes” for DECADES!


  6. Have you been travelling on the Royal train?


  7. JT Twissel says:

    Nothing like a rain boot with a hole in it! We’re having tons of rain but my ankle is still swollen so no puddle jumping for me.

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  8. arlingwoman says:

    Oooh. I’m glad I’m not the only one strongly relating to the second limerick, evocative of commuting scents…

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  9. Widdershins says:

    There once was a lad named LePard
    Who thought himself a bit of a card.
    When reading his prose,
    I snorted my tea up my nose,
    And spluttered, “Geoff, you evil bastard.”
    😀 😀 😀

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  10. Bridgette says:

    Both of these are great! I stopped commuting this year and I love the extra time!

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