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The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest 3/14 – 3/20/2020 #CoronaVerses

15 Mar 2020 26 Comments

by Ritu in Terrible Poetry Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Chelsea Owens, Limerick, Poetry, Terrible Poetry

Well, I have seen this challenge by Chelsea Owens around for a while, but never had a chance to get involved.

But, recently, this virus has stimulated a few #CoronaVerses, and I thought I could conjour up a terrible limerick for this week’s prompt…

Are you ready for some TERRIBLE POETRY? Here goes…

A man in a fit of elation
Stockpiled like the rest of the nation
Well, bog roll he had
But it left him quite sad
When all the pasta gave him constipation!

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Awful, isn’t it?

Here are the specifics for this week:

Topic: Stockpiling against a worldwide disaster, in limerick form.
Length: A limerick. They’re five lines: AABBA, in anapestic meter.
Rhyming: Yes. In AABBA anapestic meter format.
Make it terrible! Got it? Make it terrible!! The world’s ending, after all!
Rating: PG-13. This is the perfect time to panic …poetically.

#SoCS May 25/19 – Rosy Posy

25 May 2019 30 Comments

by Ritu in #SoCS Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Limerick, Linda G Hill, Rhyme, Rosy, Socs, Stream Of Consciousness Saturday

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!

The Tale of Rosy and her Posy

There was an old girl called Rosy
Who happened to be quite blowsy
Weathered skin and crazy hair
But she really didn't care
Her embraces were always quite cosy

Then entered a woman named Josie
Who seduced Rosy with a posy
The noises that were heard
From the house were absurd
The neighbours couldn't help but be nosy!

Ritu 2019

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19

Tuesday Poems for #Writers #Inspiration – Blurb

21 May 2019 22 Comments

by Ritu in Poems Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Blurbs, Limerick, Poems for Writers, Poetry

Another poem inspired by Lucy of Blonde Write More! Have you ever written a blurb?

 Blurbing It
 Tell me, what on earth’s a blurb?
 A time your words, you have to curb
 Take your thousands of words
 Condense them to fifty – Yup, you heard
 Make your story sound superb
  
 Years and years crafting your story
 Many words celebrated with glory
 Now strip it all back
 Hack, hack, hack, hack
 Cos a blurb is obligatory
  
 Well, you need to find a hook
 Make people want to take a look
 Those few words, back there
 Should make people care
 And want to buy your book 
     
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Wicker #writephoto

16 May 2019 42 Comments

by Ritu in #WritePhoto Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Limerick, Sue Vincent, Wicker

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

There once was a gaggle of witches
Who made merry around football pitches
Though made of wicker
They wouldn't half bicker
And had all the supporters in stitches!
Ritu 2019

Stream Of Consciousness Saturday – #SoCS 2/16

16 Feb 2019 57 Comments

by Ritu in #SoCS, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Limerick, Linda G Hill, poem, Socs, Stream Of Consciousness Saturday, Yawn

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!

There was a smart man from Lawn
Over whom, the ladies would fawn
But his wife confessed
She was not impressed
And quietly stifled a yawn

You she, she had spent three years
Perfecting her claps and her cheers
For his rote learned tricks
That impressed all the chicks
But bored her simply to tears

Still, she had to pay him his due
Because from him it was through
That she lived like a dame
And his fortune and fame
Came from tricking them all, old and new

The women would come from miles
To be flattered by his comments and smiles
And if they wanted to pay
Who was she to say
She just gathered the coins into piles

To them she was just the maid
Dressed rather plainly and staid
But she knew the score
He loved her more
Of losing him, she wasn't afraid

You see, our young man from Lawn
Was simply his cunning wife's pawn
When he'd made enough money
She'd gather his 'honey'
And one day she'd simply be 'gorn'

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(gorn - gone - artistic licence!)