More lymericks of the seasonal sort...
Old Chrimbo Stocking
There once was an old Christmas stocking,
whose lining was in need of stitching.
St Nick was insulted,
which directly resulted,
in the owner receiving a beating.
On top of a fir tree in Paris,
sat an angel named Bountiful Gladys.
While she was up there
she'd bless all the glassware
and order in scotch, gin and haggis.
There once was a huge pile of presents,
Which, I'm sure you'll agree, does sound pleasant.
It tumbled and scattered,
not that it mattered,
St Nick brought some more and a pheasant.
More silly poetry by me
- Poem: The Birthday of the Bell Boy's Mum
A silly poem I wrote a while back. I have a number of silly poems... I believe it is time to inflict them upon the world (Grins maniacally).
- A trio of lymericks on the theme of birthdays
I was wrapping presents for a birthday one year and these three little limericks popped into existence. Enjoy.
- Poem: Nine in the Morning Mental ramble on a Christmas theme
A poem inspired by a cold office morning in the lead up to Christmas
- A nonsense poem: The love of Orpius was Joysome
A romantic nonsense poem about how two monsters met and fell in love.