Once upon a time when big bad was being barbecued Save The Wolf Foundation organized a massive protest. Almost ten people showed up each flashing a sign for cameras to catch. They screamed, yelled and whined. Then they stood in line to get some of that yummy wolf barbecue.
Save The Wolf had often been diagnosed as “terminally miserable”. Today their taste buds protested by deciding to live happily ever after.
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Denise offers “sign” as the word to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
All of these limericks were originally posted to either Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or her Writing Prompts during the month of January 2026.
Curly Curls
Well, I don’t think I have much to say about curls that girls display. When each curl is true, then the girl is, too – so I thought – and still do – come what may.
When the trees are all white, there is snow. It is bright in the light. I will go out to play in the stuff till enough is enough, go inside where I’ll hide from the snow.
It’s a wall so I heard after all with strange stuff making up this fine wall.
Farm
There’s a farm in the valley that’s fine. You can buy there fresh veggies and wine. There are eggs there as well. Though some critters may smell, when there’s sun, then the sun loves to shine.
Whether red, maybe blue, lovely green, it is light. It is bright and serene, but I wonder if you know that light can be true? Well, I do and it’s true. I have seen.
Though some thought that it should be a crime and it was, more or less, for the time when dark poems with words like loud ravenous birds made no sense and much worse didn’t rhyme.
I have heard it’s absurd. It’s a crime to be running one’s mouth all the time. Still, mine’s running so well even whiners can tell it’s all nonsense but nonsense with rhyme.
And I’m glad that I spotted this wall.
Light and Night Rhymes with Fright
Though the light said it’s day, it was night. I could see. What a horrible sight! There were monsters out there. There were goons everywhere, but in peace I slept on through their fright.
“All the same you are just playing games.” Well, at least I am not calling names. At least now I am not. When the feuding gets hot, who knows what we will use for our flames?
All of these limericks were originally posted to either Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or her Writing Prompts during the month of December 2025.
Boring
Though it’s boring I’m snoring away all those daydreams that come during day and those nightmares as well got me snoring. I’d tell you a story – “It’s boring,” you say.
There once was a wonderful sky and a guy with two eyes asking why
Sweet Candy
Though I used to think candy was sweet, well, it is and it was. I could eat my fair share of the stuff even more than enough even more than my share. It’s so sweet.
It’s away in a sleigh we will go though it’s warm and there isn’t much snow. In fact, it’s quite hot and the reindeer are not really reindeer. Oh, well. Here we go!
that fine sky was so red. Ah, there’s blue now instead.
Giving
I am living, that’s why I will be someone giving back life given me. There are more ways than one to give life. See? The sun keeps on giving and giving for free.
With the holly and ivy we go. Grab a kiss under sweet mistletoe. But is mistletoe sweet? Well, the rhyme was no cheat. May that kiss bring you bliss and love grow.
During Christmas our family is fine. There are some who perpetually whine. There are some full of joy. How they giggle, annoy all the whiners, but family is fine.
The cell of my prison’s fine door was opened. I stood on the floor. Do I dare to go out? Dare I run, walk about? I stayed stuck so they locked the cell door.
The shepherds knew an angel who had told them of His birth. They went to see the mystery of peace, goodwill on earth.
Today as well we yearn to tell, like them, this tale of love, with accent true with joy that’s new from ancient songs above.
Go on and see beyond the tree how righteousness reigns there. He will not leave though devils grieve. He’s with us everywhere.
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Denise offers the prompt word “accent” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
I am grateful to P. A. Oltrogge whose book of poems, tales, carols and Bible verses, Christmas on the Porch, reminded me that it is the Christmas season and a narrative poem may be the best story.
After Nimrodwannabe’s kingdom fell to the Medes and Persians, Daniel won the favor of Darius, the new king, to the envy of others. Some of those others deceived Darius into passing a law, secretly targeting Daniel to get rid of him, that Darius could not undo punishable by death to whomever broke it.
When Daniel did not obey he was arrested and sentenced to spend a night in the den of lions who were kept hungry by not feeding them provision from the lion keeper’s shed. All Darius could do at this point to save his favorite was wait and see if Daniel’s God could and would protect him from the treasonous setup.
When Daniel survived Darius had the deceivers – along with their wives and children – cast into the same den for the lions to execute judgment. The lions eagerly did.
Daniel 6:24 KJV – And the king commanded, and they brought those men which had accused Daniel, and they cast them into the den of lions, them, their children, and their wives; and the lions had the mastery of them, and brake all their bones in pieces or ever they came at the bottom of the den.
All of these limericks were originally posted to either Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or her Writing Prompts during the month of November 2025.
The two photos are for those who prefer a picture to a thousand words.
One Wondrous Now
Be not bitter. Don’t litter away all the moments, those nows, when you play, since those nows are one now. There’s just one anyhow and that one wondrous now is today.
Though the black is outstanding the light of the orange and the yellow is bright
Snickety Snacks
All the snickety snacks in my pack are quite tasty and none of them lack a smart crunch. One or two might sound odd, but a few sound delightful when crunch leads to crack.
How I wish that I had a fine fish nicely fried, baked or cooked on a dish. Well, I don’t. That’s OK. Who likes fish anyway? Let them swim like a fish where they wish.
There once was a scale for sale and a guy who weighted more than a whale. He decided to see what he weighed heedlessly and that was the end of the scale.
and the sand on the shore may get littered with more of the stuff the waves brought through the night.
Shopping My Life Away
With nothing to do I went shopping. The eyes in my head were a-popping. I saw this. I saw that. Everything thing I looked at asked me why I don’t buy? Price is dropping!
There’s an angel – some say – over there, but it acts like a devil. Beware! It’s so soft and so cute as its grabbing the loot in a devilish devil’s affair.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of October 2025. Some I have slightly modified. I’ve even added titles which I hear limericks are forbidden to have.
I’ve added two photos for those who prefer a picture to a thousand words of nonsense.
Crazy Love
“That is crazy!” I thought though it’s true like the fact that the blue sky is blue like a gift from above like a message of love like an answer just waiting for you.
By the lake with its mountains and trees dark worries can’t do as they please.
Be Careful Whom You Follow
When I followed, you said, “Follow through,” but I followed. What more should I do? “Well, I gave you a map.” Like a rat in a trap, yes, I followed, but why didn’t you?
Although some say the moon’s made of cheese, is there wine and fresh bread with that, please? Are there olives as well and soft moonbeams to tell of that night with the warm light through trees?
Some white clouds come to play on this bright blue fine day and my mind, like I’ve said, is at ease.
Dusty Dust
So much dust! Can a sneezer now trust all the dust that a sneezer now must? When I sneeze I will say to the dust: Blow away! But it stayed since it’s just dusty dust.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of September. Some I have slightly modified. I’ve even added titles which I hear limericks aren’t supposed to need.
I’ve added two photos for those who prefer a picture to a thousand words of nonsense.
When Hell Freezes Over
With the spell came a chill from the well like a frost from the fires of hell. So, we capped it that day, made the devils obey which they did with no rights to rebel.
The ocean is wavy and gray before start of a bright shiny day.
Just Buy A New Scale
The new scale I bought yesterday has said what I feared it would say. I should lose one or two maybe more than a few of the pounds that it said I might weigh.
It is funny how nightmares don’t seem quite so spooky when in a daydream. In the night, light is dark. In the day, wolves don’t bark. So relax. Wait till night comes to scream.
Then the birds rise to see how the sun shines with ease and the clouds will just have to give way.
Shower Of Thoughts
As I thought and I thought and I thought in a shower of thoughts I got caught. I had hoped to get clean not stay dirty and mean, but I still do not do what I ought.
As a tank it was built for success. It succeeded in making a mess. It was stopped one fine day when it went out to play by a tank built to cause more distress.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 