This week’s limerick prompt is spin
Clare Chaste, having necked some rough gin,
Felt her head continually spin.
‘The floor’s on the ceiling
And I’ve a terrible feeling
My yang has spilt from my yin.’
I was told, ‘Always avoid a cheap djinn,
Because once he’s got under your skin
He’ll spin you some pish
About making a wish
Which is when your troubles begin.’
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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.
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Excellent. I’ll drink to that!
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Thought you might
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I think you may have formed a wrong opinion (hic) about me!
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Just a wild guess…
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Been there and got the shirt. Good one, Geoff.
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With the stains I expect..
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Of course.
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So fun! Can’t stop laughing, and good warnings about avoiding gin/djinn. hahahahaha
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I suppose if the wishes work out, it becomes Djinn and a tonic…
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Where the latter verse is concerned, have you ever read ‘Alf’s Button’, probably the greatest comic novel of the First World War?
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There’s a memory jogger. Mum recommended oh maybe around 74 or 75 and had a bettered copy. I was pretty sceptical but even to my 17 year old sensibilities it was grand. I’ll maybe look at a reread
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I have never been a gin drinker. Reading your verses, it seems to have been a good policy.
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I drank it once, at university, got so drunk I ended up playing rugby with one of this paraffin lights that used around road works, got covered in the parking and nearly torched myself. That was enough of that.
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Good advice indeed in the second poem.
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Two very amusing limericks, Geoff. Well done.
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Very neat gin play
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Very true!
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