Snow Poem 1 Monday’s snow is “Fuck, it’s snowed”
Tuesday’s snow is “Shit, I can’t go”
Wednesday’s snow is “traffic’s a nightmare”
Thursday’s snow is “I’m afraid I can’t get there”
Friday’s snow means “Work from home”
Saturday’s snow is “no food in Tesco”
But the snow that falls on us on a Sunday
is “fluffy”,
and “Pretty”
and “Sod it, let’s play”
not a Limerick, but rare enough to be grouped with them ↩︎
Let's write a lunchtime limerick. We'll start, you continue. Our favourite line wins a meal for two #lunchtimelimerick
— Nando's (@NandosUK) August 3, 2010 There once was a chicken called Barci....next line...go! #lunchtimelimerick
— Nando's (@NandosUK) August 3, 2010 My 1st attempt:
There once was a chicken called Barci
who thought that being eaten was harsh, he
did not want to be
somebody’s tea
unless in Nando’s peri peri with parsley
Your thoughts are quite clear in your brain
the points salient and germane
but after you send
your messages tend
to transmute into dull and inane
Robin Hood: once again riding through the glen
Robin Hood: once again with his merry men
but now Robin’s an Ozzy
He is growly and bossy
and that accent? I’d give it three out of ten
If Labour’s “bright future” is going to be
Ed or David might just be the key
the legacy of sir Foot
is now truly kaput
‘cos “Mili"band’s metric you see
