Category: Rhyme

Never was my nose so bulbous

Proboscis.
Dainty as a flower it sounds.
Though not in the elongated appendage from the head of an animal description
In dictionaries the definition abounds.
My hooter is now a proboscis.
Not dainty by any means.
The size of a house and as bright and shiny as the Moon
Or so it seems.
The mirror never lies
Although the truth may be somewhat hidden
Like my top lip beneath the snout what I am now ridden.
My conk has always been large
Round and regal some in the know would say
But lately it’s its own archipelago
Though not volcanic, I hope and pray.
My nose is now a beacon
Like Rudolph’s only better
Much larger, rounder, shinier and distinguished
And thankfully not much wetter.
My bulbous nose is there first,
The face arrives seconds later
But never in my %@#*& years
Has its presence been much greater.

Please note: this is a piece of nonsense writing and is in no way a reflection of yours truly whose nose remains unaffected, unchanged and most succinctly unbulbous in any manner of imagination, real or otherwise.

Wordle: Delayed Arrival

The howl of the wind
Scowled
As it swirled
At a hundred miles an hour
Spinning and playing
Showing its power
Stopping the train
Before it planned to stop
Ready to drop
Shoppers to shop
Plans awry
Some folk cry
As they wonder why
Such a pain in the neck
Yet they forget
They’re lucky to be touched
By the wind as it howls
Shopping delayed
And life goes on from now

Festive Limericks 3 Ding Dong!

Better late than never, I suppose. This next lot of festive limericks are dinging and donging merrily on the cusp of absurdity. And one requires a little help with the festive cheer. A little punch perhaps. A cracker of an ending. Read on… if you can get to the end, that is!!!

There was a red man in the sky
Who bellowed with laughter up high
“With a ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’
Onward he’d go
Following reindeer who knew how to fly!

The sprout on the plate was lonely
It was there, the one and only
Beside carrots and spuds
Turkey bits and puds
But the rest of the meal was homely

The snowman looked on with glee
As white was all he could see
But he had a surprise
When he cleared both his eyes
And found he was on a beach in Hawaii

And now, over to you… complete this festive limerick in the comments below.

There was a nice chap called Bob
Who wanted a better job
One day he was called
To remove a fireplace wall

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Festive Limericks 2 Deck The Halls!

There was an old snowman named Frosty
Whose stature was less than lofty
He kept losing his nose
As the animals chose
This to eat and then to run off-ty

There is a young Angel named Hark
Who loves flying over the park
Though he loses his wings
When carollers sing
About Harold. He’s not a bright spark

One Christmas my True Love went mad
Which really isn’t that bad
But day after day
They sent all sorts my way
Too much? I’d say, just a tad!

There once lived a quiet young boy
Who asked for a particular toy
Which was quite a bummer
As he was a drummer
And his racket was oh such a joy

(Image from Pixabay)

Looking Ahead

‘Though the road is long
And the future bright
Sometimes the horizon
Is a daunting sight
Keep moving forwards
Through darkness and light
And witness the Universal
Magic
Strength
And wondrous might

 

Hélène has set another fabulous challenge… the link to Willow Poetry is above if you would like to see more. Thanks, Hélène.