Limerick time, this week with a prompt of junk
Young Jimmy was in a foul funk
When told to get rid of his junk.
‘It’s really quite rough
To get rid of my stuff;
I’ll have to become a monk.’
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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.
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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A good one
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Fun.
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What if there are monk hoarders?
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Genitalia limericks are the funniest.
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Nice! But how’s he going to sail round the world now?
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I understand where Jimmy is coming from. I have a husband and son like that. ‘Who knows when this will come in handy?’
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Poor wee junkless lad. 😀
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