[Got stuck in traffic today. The car in front of me was…
I kid you not… everyone’s favourite flying car!]
*
Fifty years ago they said the oil would be depleted
Long before our third millennium was ever greeted
They told us wearing platform shoes would make our legs go bandy
I think, perhaps, they meant if you drink fifteen pints of shandy
Tenerife would fall into the sea and by the way
This would send a tidal wave to wash us all away
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was in front of me today
Of course it was a copy (which I shouldn’t need to say)
But when we hit a traffic jam, old Chitty didn’t fly
And so I must conclude that my whole life has been a lie!
There once was a man from Tenerife,
Whose sunbathing was all rather brief.
But when he started to cough,
His flimsy fig leaf blew off.
While the ladies confirmed their belief.
2 / 17 / 2022.
Sponsor. Tania Kitchin.
For the contest. A Bawdy or Humorous Limerick.
Syllable counts. PS.
Twas the night before Christmas and at the North Pole
The reindeer were prancing and ready to roll.
Illustrious Rudolph had polished his nose
To honour tradition which claims that it glows.
And Santa’s small helpers, the diligent elves
Had labelled the presents stacked high on the shelves.
But where was the boss? He’d been missing all day,
It wasn’t like him to create a delay.
Then up popped a text on young Jingle Bell’s phone.
It read : ‘ I’m so sorry to leave you alone:
The Missus and I took a cheap flight to Spain
I just couldn't face all those mince pies again!
I’m off for a dip so I'll have to be brief,
We’ll send you a postcard from warm Tenerife!
PS: Please don’t panic for help is at hand
Look up to the skies and you’ll soon see them land.
And sure enough floating down from the night sky
Two figures descended, umbrellas raised high.
And Mary and Bert, I am happy to say,
Proved ‘practically perfect in every way!’
26/11/18
'The night before Christmas Contest' : Sponsored by: Joseph May
(20 lines)
Late December 2018,Any Form,Any Theme,Upto A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest : sponsored by Brian Strand
the sea the skin of a wet dog,
black the beach; a ruined church,
the coastal lights a string of lesser ways,
we are as empty as a dropped shell
pulled across the ebb, a ripple of salt..
and as the night gets deeper
a dragon breathes like the tide:
no mistake, the dark needs its hours.
One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun
Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever
But there within the walls of love light sealed
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever
There in the wicked world concealed, revealed
That Winter breaks for kinder weather
My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably
Entered Poetry contest: Winter Wonderland - sponsored by Emile Pinet on 12/27/18
The London Gherkin gives no inspiration
As for the Auditorio de Tenerife by Calatrava
I can think of no other explanation
Except perhaps they shared too many bottles of Cava
The National Grand Theatre built by Paul Andreu
Built in Beijing China; and it looks just like a dome
I wonder what he was on, when he put the plans on show
It looks like a greenhouse- that we have here at home
Simmons Hall in Cambridge Massachusetts
Looks like a Lego prison gone wrong.
Did Steven Holl take some bets?
Or had he been on the bottle too long
Architecture of the contemporary kind
Does not inspire me
I am more an of old fashioned girl
And will accept a castle built just for me.
30 St Mary’s Axe is commonly known as the London Gherkin
The place where I desire to roam
Lies just of the African coast
The Canaries is where I desire
It's where my heart will rejoice the most
My life in Scotland is through
It's time for my soul to move on
To Tenerife or Lanzarote
A new country is where I'll belong
For my heart has been bruised and battered
Left out in the cold for many a year
Frozen to the point of no return
Reigniting was always a fear
For it doesn't happen every day
Meeting someone with like's, like I
And to look into Spanish brown eyes
If you'd witnessed, you'll understand why
Then came the day it all changed
It was like looking through the looking glass
My eyes met these Spanish brown orbs
The most beautiful looking lass
With a smile to delight any looker
Her personality sure lures me in
For her music taste I so noted
Like the hairs always rise on my skin
For the place I desire to roam
Lies just of the African coast
The Canaries is where I will stay
Many years in love I will so toast
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