Beryl Edmonds Poet Limerick

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Written - 6th November 2023

 Thanksgiving Limerick Set Poetry Contest

Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin

Thanksgiving Turkey Trot

Bertie the Turkey made a getaway 
And got down on his knees for thanks to say
Bertie knew that his fate
Was to be on a plate
Being gobbled up on Thanksgiving Day.

Bertie couldn’t get up on his legs again
He was old and his knees were causing pain
His language became fowl
He threw in the towel 
For the Turkey trot had all been in vain.

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Linda Alice Fowler November 24, 2023 at 11:39 AM LOL Belle. Too cute! Congratulations! :)

Tania Kitchin November 23, 2023 at 11:55 AM Belle, a cute and fun limerick set, congratulations on your winning placement! Beryl Edmonds November 23, 2023 at 3:04 PM Thank you Tania, I’m thrilled with the placement and enjoyed writing for the contest… Belle

Terry Miller November 23, 2023 at 10:00 AM congratulations and Happy Thanksgiving Beryl Edmonds November 23, 2023 at 10:09 AM Thank you Terry, very much. Happy thanksgiving to you too… Belle

Bill Baker November 11, 2023 at 8:27 PM Great Limerick for the contest, Belle, your poem should do well. Good luck, my friend. Bill Beryl Edmonds November 14, 2023 at 12:13 PM Thank you poet pal Bill, Belle

Andrea Dietrich November 9, 2023 at 7:16 PM Great humor, Belle. I really like this. Beryl Edmonds November 14, 2023 at 12:12 PM Thank you Andrea… Belle

Robert Schatz November 8, 2023 at 8:25 PM At least the dinner guests got something out of him. Beryl Edmonds November 14, 2023 at 12:12 PM They did, thank you Robert… Belle

Gershon Wolf November 6, 2023 at 6:45 PM When language becomes fowl, one's face begins to scowl -- and that's not such a big howl! (Someday, maybe I'll make sense). ~ gw Beryl Edmonds November 6, 2023 at 7:48 PM Gershon, it’s a pretence that you have no sense, your a Souper-trouper, a merry maker, a poet and of course you know it… Belle

Daniel Turner November 6, 2023 at 6:01 PM Sounds like Bertie might be a soup turkey. LOL Nobody wants to eat a gnarly bird. Hello young lady. Fun limerick. Hoping you are well. Beryl Edmonds November 6, 2023 at 6:17 PM Hi Daniel Bertie the soup Turkey, I like that. I’m well, even better for being for being referred to as a young lady, I wish, hope you are well too… Belle

Paula Goldsmith November 6, 2023 at 7:10 AM A cute/fun write. I enjoyed it. Looks like we both did this one. Good Luck... Have a great/blessed day writing away................... Beryl Edmonds November 6, 2023 at 10:06 AM I’m pleased you enjoyed the read Paula, I’ve read your contest entry, made me smile. Have a blessed day too and keep the poems flowing… Belle

Tom Cunningham November 6, 2023 at 2:49 AM You can't help but feel sorry for them Belle, but they taste lovely. Good luck with the contest. Enjoy your week ahead. Tom Beryl Edmonds November 6, 2023 at 10:03 AM I agree it’s a shame turkeys end up on a plate, but they’re very tasty. Thank you Tom, enjoy the week yourself too. Belle

Victor Buhagiar November 6, 2023 at 12:19 AM Agree with Jan. So many turkeys end up in the oven. Lovely limericks. Blessings. Beryl Edmonds November 6, 2023 at 12:35 AM No beefing about that Victor. Thank you, blessings in return… Belle

Jan Allison November 5, 2023 at 9:02 PM ha ha ha, poor Bertie is to suffer the fate of so many fowl at this time of year - he should pack his bags and move over here - we have beef at Christmas he would be safe lol:-) soup mail:-) hugs Jan xx Jan Allison November 5, 2023 at 9:16 PM we have 'three legs' here so maybe he would hobble rather than trot lol Beryl Edmonds November 5, 2023 at 9:15 PM Thanks Jan, Bertie would be safer on The Isle of Man, perhaps he’ll be persuaded to trot :-) Hugs Belle xx