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.
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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.
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So damn true 💜 i
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Having commuted for many years, I can relate to the second one.
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It has always been dreadful. My dad told of horror stories from the 40s thru the 70s
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Car pooling shortens lives.
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I can believe it, esp if there’s a sodding karaoke going on…
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Ha ha ha
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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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I mostly cycled during my 30 plus years of commuting, but when I had to use the train the mornings were appalling. I was soon back on two wheels
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You were well ahead of the fashion there.
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That has often been said of me… not!
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I haven’t heard the word “galoshes” for DECADES!
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Specially for you!
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Have you been travelling on the Royal train?
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I assume royalty are naturally fragrant. Is that not so?
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Not from my experience!
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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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Hopefully you’ll be back to water skiing soon
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Lol 😂
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Oooh. I’m glad I’m not the only one strongly relating to the second limerick, evocative of commuting scents…
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Being squeezed into an armpit had to be the worst start to the day.
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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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Oh v drole!
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Both of these are great! I stopped commuting this year and I love the extra time!
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Oh I have so not missed it
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