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.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of August. Some I have slightly modified.
I’ve added two photos for those who prefer a picture to a thousand words of nonsense.
There once was a la-de-de-da who wanted a good rhyme for “ah” like how “much” rhymes with “touch” like how “such” rhymes with “Dutch” like how what rhymes with “ah” except “ha”? Prompt Word “touch” August 4, 2025
Sandy beach and what the ocean waves brought in
The old clock is as still as a rock. It’s now timelessly ticking each tock. It still hangs on the wall since it’s pretty and all, but it’s not of much use as a clock. Prompt Word: “rock” August 11, 2025 (modified)
Well, I just want to say I don’t trust all the news that I hear, but I must let the dust settle, too. It’s the least I can do – and the most – since I can’t control dust. Prompt word: “just” August 18, 2025
More sandy beach
The odd knowledge I once thought I had is on sale and for cheap I might add. I will sing a new song and you may sing along. That dumb knowledge is gone and I’m glad. Prompt word: “sing” August 25, 2025
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of July. Some I have slightly modified.
I’ve added two photos for those who prefer a picture to a thousand words of nonsense.
There once was an egg on a wall. As he sat he could see and felt tall. When he fell one could tell that he didn’t fall well, but no matter. There’s breakfast for all. (Prompt word: “fell” July 7, 2025)
Flowers in a vase
There once was a wonderful sneeze that came out with a shout and much ease. Then the sneeze came again and again and again till it stopped after just one more sneeze. Prompt word: “sneeze” July 14, 2025 (modified)
He was rich and once handsome. He bought far more stuff than enough. He was caught without room, without space, but with belly and face that expanded beyond what it ought. Prompt word: “rich” July 21, 2025
Are there cells where the mind thinks and dwells filled with words that no sane person yells? Is that rack for my hat by that witch with a cat which is black laced with polka dot spells? Prompt word: “cells” July 28, 2025
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 