Jan Allison Poet Limerick

Gone With the Pies

Last Christmas I made ten plum pies
To donate to poor homeless guys
But my kids ate them all
You should have heard me bawl
Bed early, there’s no compromise!

The next morning they all had sore tums 
A result of eating all those plums
With green faces and sad eyes
I made THEM bake some more pies
They would not even touch the pie crumbs!

They helped carry the pies to the poor
We gave them in at the shelter door
When they saw the poor men
They will now think again
Of eating all the pies from mom's store

FICTION POEM

Punny holiday pies contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner


11/16/18

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Mark Toney December 17, 2018 at 12:52 PM Jan, kudos on the win! I love the ten plumb pies and the moral lesson for kids :) ~Mark Jan Allison December 17, 2018 at 1:07 PM Thanks Mark. I never know how a poem will end I just let my muse have free rein:-) hugs Jan xx

Alexis Y. December 17, 2018 at 8:50 AM Hi Jan, I liked the message within in this write. Congratulations on your win it the contest:-) Alexis Jan Allison December 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM Thanks so much Alexis:-) hugs Jan xx

Line Gauthier December 16, 2018 at 9:48 PM A fun poem, Jan. Congrats on your win. Jan Allison December 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM Thanks Line:-) hugs Jan xx

Michelle Faulkner December 16, 2018 at 4:33 PM Very warm message here (gotta laugh at 'with green faces and sad eyes') well done, congratulations on your win! Jan Allison December 16, 2018 at 6:15 PM Thanks Michelle, it was a fun contest:-) hugs jan xx

Damian Keady November 22, 2018 at 6:43 PM Plumbs and Tums .. Sounds like Tom Thumb... I love a pie me, but normally Steak and Kidney..! Ahh I hear you say, those were the days... Or was it little Jack Horner who sat in the corner...... Or was that just me... If so can I have the recipe? Love DAMO x Jan Allison November 22, 2018 at 6:48 PM ooh steak and ale pie for me with a puff pastry top mmmm you cant beat it!:-) hugs Jan xx

Gershon Wolf November 20, 2018 at 3:53 PM Lovely limericks woven into a fine story. Enjoyed this one, Jan! :) gw Jan Allison November 20, 2018 at 4:08 PM Thanks so much Gershon:-) hugs Jan xx

Stephen Pennell November 20, 2018 at 7:49 AM so who hate all the pies then ? Jan Allison November 20, 2018 at 3:26 PM Not me lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Andrea Dietrich November 18, 2018 at 7:48 PM that is just adorable, Jan. Having the kids learn a lesson from it. I think this looks like such a fun contest There are like twelve contests for me to get to . God help me!! Jan Allison November 18, 2018 at 7:59 PM I just wait for my muse to kick into action if she doesn't behave I don't write for any contest:-) good luck Andrea, you deserve all the accolades you get I know how hard you work at crafting your poems:-) just came across an old comment from Darren - wonder what happened to him I miss his humour and friendship:-) hugs jan xx

Connie Marcum Wong November 17, 2018 at 2:58 PM What a perfect series of limericks Jan! I think you are but one of a few who have mastered this form so expertly! I loved the poem and the lesson that comes with it! : ) xxoo Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 3:16 PM oh what a comment to treasure Connie!!! My aunt and uncle both wrote witty poems especially limericks so I guess its in my blood it just took my hubbies cancer for me to pick up the pen, that said I have learned so so much since joining soup:-) hugs Jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen November 17, 2018 at 2:56 PM - A lesson to learn ... "for your children" - - A great theme of good deeds, values in life Jan :) - Luck in the contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 3:15 PM Thanks Anne-Lise:-) hugs Jan xx

Vladislav Raven November 17, 2018 at 2:26 PM Hi Jan, I really enjoyed your limericks. You do these writes so well. Wishing you all the best in the contest, this one reads like a winner. Now, to stop giggling would be nice. Have a wonderful end to your Saturday. Hugs....Mike. XX Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 2:50 PM I just love the limerick form and find it so simple to write:-) hugs jan xx

Constance La France November 17, 2018 at 10:36 AM Jan, I love your Pie poem, those bad fictional kids, but what a wonderful thing that would be to do for the poor, best of luck in the contest ~ Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:28 PM well have to invent a bake a pie for the needy day Constance - they have so many other days so why not, it could be for homeless or just for the elderly who wouldn't normally have a homemade treat and a visit too!:-) hugs Jan xx

Mike Hauser November 17, 2018 at 9:59 AM Wonderful imagination and rhyme as always my friend! Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:27 PM pure imagination of course:-) hugs Jan xx

Charlie Way November 17, 2018 at 9:19 AM Great poem, Jan. Nice weekend! Charlie Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM thanks Charlie:-) hugs Jan xx

John Michaels November 17, 2018 at 6:56 AM Great limerick, Jan!! A hard lesson for the kids to learn... but learn, they will!! All the best for the contest. Regards, John. Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM thanks John:-) hugs Jan xx

Lindsay Laurie November 16, 2018 at 5:31 PM G'day Jan … could be one of the best lessons in life these kids will ever have Jan - great set of limericks - Lindsay Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM Wish it wasn't just made up Lindsay:-) hugs Jan xx

Mystic Rose Rose November 16, 2018 at 3:34 PM There are so many hungry people out there, its nice to share pies with them, I think that would be a great tradition to start. Giving the poor home made pies, nice poem Jan, have a great weekend. Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:22 PM It would be lovely pixie!:-) hugs Jan xx

Jack Horne November 16, 2018 at 1:04 PM lovely sentiments here Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:20 PM Thanks Jack. I never ever dreamed we would have foodbanks on our Island (but I am told by someone in the know that they are being abused which is even more sad) hugs Jan xx

Rico Leffanta November 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM Plums cause the runs, so I reckon they rushed to the outhouse if not the poorhouse! Bonne chance! Aloha! Rico Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:19 PM lol Rico:-) hugs Jan xx

Tom Cunningham November 16, 2018 at 9:27 AM Can Just see you administering large doses of castor oil lol . Good luck. Tom Jan Allison November 17, 2018 at 12:19 PM ha ha ha Tom:-) hugs Jan xx

Chris Green November 16, 2018 at 7:21 AM That'll teach them. :) Nice one Jan, you brought heart, caring and humor together so wonderfully in this poem. Best of luck in the contest. Jan Allison November 16, 2018 at 7:33 AM Just a fun poem for the contest but I am sure it would teach a lesson if it was for real:-) hugs Jan xx