There was an old man named Santa
Who lost an expensive hamper
He searched high and low
Found it buried in snow
Intact but decidedly damper
There was a young reindeer named Rudolph
Whose bright nose made him somewhat a show off
The others did mock
However Rudy did shock
When he challenged them all to a glow off
These limericks at Christmas are tricky
You have to be careful and picky
With one single wrong word
You look like a turkey
Open to ridicule and folk taking the mickey
(Image from Pixabay)
With no time on my hands,
Me? I’m hissing.
Rolling my eyes
Potential for greatness
This entity unwise.
Is victory mine?
Evidence proves not
An idea from thin air
Will decide the lot.
I used to try to tell the time with these when I was younger. I was never right, but it passed the time doing it! Posted for Becky’s #timesquare (Link below)
And just look at how wonderful the lines look – each an individual thread of glistening natural glory reaching out into the space around them! Posted for Debbie’s One Word Sunday, where this week’s theme is ‘Lines’ (Link below)
Following on somewhat from my previous post, and quite bizarrely considering the only link is the date, I’ve joined Becky’s photo challenge once again. December Squares is the challenge to post photos during December on the subject of time and clocks. The catch is that the photos must be square.
I may not be able to post every day. I may not even be able to post every week, but we will have to see about that. Today, however, I can post. And that post consists of a simple photo of my mobile phone. The time can also be the date.
I think long and hard for some of these photos, you know. #timesquare
Visit Becky’s site for more takes on the theme, the above will link to her first post.
Hush my child, no need to speak
Just close your eyes and do not peek
The Dream Angel cometh with dreams galore
For you to take part in and enjoy
Hush my child, and worry not
As you drift to sleep without a thought
The Dream Angel will see you on your way
Until you awake in a brand new day
Hush my child, drift sound asleep
No time for tears, no need to weep
The Dream Angel will hum the lullaby song
And you will be dreaming before…
Many thanks to Hélène for setting this challenge… the link to Willow Poetry is above.