My coding is way less than grand
I’m defeated too oft when my hand
Doesn’t hit the right key
And the message-to-be
Isn’t punsafe – do you understand?
The model was billed as a waif
'Cause her weight was considered unsafe
But, she earned a cool grand
Merely having to stand
And puking out what she just ate
Are you guys not using the linked word as the rhyming words?
The rules of the game don’t require the linked word to be the rhyme in the next entry, no…though it can be, if you choose.
The model froze. Held in her hand
Was a message that pumped every gland
Of emotion, and earned
Her a jolt as she learned
That she’d lost every cent, every grand!
Jim, a dashing young stablehand
Thought his boss’s daughter was simply grand
In his arms the lass did melt,
But when caught, Jim suddenly felt
A jolt to each endocrine gland!
My daughter’s first name is epon.
With “daughter,” her name is synon.
“Suddenly” is the time
That her last name doth rhyme.
Sometimes she wishes she were anon.
“Three wishes I grant!” Said the frog
As he sat on the magical log.
“Wealth, health, and the time
To enjoy them,” did chime
Back the prince, standing kneedeep in bog.
“I’m knee-deep in this magical stuff”
Said the wizard, all grizzly and gruff.
"But my mother insisted.
“Her brain was all twisted.”
With that, he was gone in a puff.
At one time, I couldn’t get enough
Of the tale of “Three Billy Goats Gruff”
Then my brain demanded tales
Of bears, chimps, and whales –
Now I make remarks off the
chough!
There are three goats that roam 'round the place
Where my two horses live. Plus, you face
Mini donkey and mare,
Ponies, guinea hens there;
But no chimps – there just wouldn’t be space.
EdFred (Oh - and Ted in the middle)
Seems a regular Doctor Dolittle
Many guineas She’s spent
But would she repent?
Pah! Would Donkey-ote not bow at a windmill?
In this rhyme I was faced with a fun
Choice: should I rhyme or try pun?
In the end as you see
It rhymes… well, slightly.
And if you argue, I’ll go fetch my gun!
A windmill on a Dutch country lane
Was destroyed by a tourist from Spain.
When asked to repent,
She replied: “I resent
Remarks so opposed to my grain!”
The Dutch have a small, tidy land
That they’ve labored to win from the sand
And the sea. Their great polders
So flat, lacking boulders
Yet have charm that the tourists demand.
I knew girls from two different polders –
Saskia had great legs and shoulders.
Mirjam was tidy and pretty,
But though they were both witty,
They were also quite merciless scolders!
The merciless storm pounded down
Many tree limbs and boles in our town
Our pretty town green
The next morn was a scene
Of uprooted oaks; flowerbeds drowned.
*Upping the ante a bit more: Still two words to link on with, but bonus points if you can also work in the * word.
My limerick game has, alas,
Moved from present tense into the past.
It had a good run;
We had lots of fun;
But too bad – it’s just run out of gas.
And thanks to all who played!