Esther Chilton offers a weekly limerick prompt which I started participating in. Here are four limericks which I’ve posted in the comment sections of her prompts.
I’ve included two photos of critters I ran into on my walks so the reader’s brain doesn’t fry on an overdose of rhyme, alliteration and the anapestic presentation of the (nearly) nonsensical.
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Though he said if I wanted to chill
there’s a pill I could take if I will,
but I don’t trust the guy
nor the look in his eye
nor whatever might be in his pill.
Posted March 31, 2025
I am old. I am bold and the rage
trapped inside must get out on some stage.
So I whine and I cry.
So I ramble and lie.
So I act unbecoming my age.
Posted February 3, 2025

He was woke. He was broke. He was cursed
By some demons who got to him first
Then a witch (maybe two)
Then that wizard who knew
That a wizard’s most likely the worst.
Appeared December 9, 2024
It is white. It is bright. It is snow.
Down the street, if I’m forced to, I’d go.
But I’m not, so I won’t.
You ask, why? Well, I don’t
really know and that’s all that I know.
Posted January 6, 2025















