A FINE TO-DO
I thought I’d best vacuum the carpet
that hung on the wall in the hall
but where is the vacuum I wondered
as I sat in the milking stall.
The cow was soon feeling quite drained
‘cause the bucket was full to the rim
and the hunter went off on the hunt
and the pig thought he needed a trim.
Whilst mixing the oats in the bucket
the huntsman’s gun made a loud roar
a cat lost its life and amid all the strife
the porridge sprayed over the floor.
As the pig tucked into the splatter
the cats grave was dug in the moss
the vacuum was found asleep on the ground
and the carpenter whittled a cross.
The vacuum sucked up all the shavings
that the carpenter left on the floor
and the pig went off to the barbers
as he had many times before.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Comments5
Good write M. lol.
Miss Berles do anything in this?
No she's gone awol. Probably with her sister, Disappeara Berles.
You seen Bill Posters or Bill Stickers around? They could still be prosecuted.
Ah but definitely beyond limerick Michael; increased complexity in tune with the visuals above.
I hope to see this continue, free of competitive rhymes (not you, dusk) well into the future.......
Thanks Dave - - will certainly write more but need something to trigger an idea - a gun perhaps.
Aah, Michael: You know, I can tell when someone is having a little stir - I'm sensitive like that...... 😊
You are the star at thinking outside the box so you are Mike - another chuckle raised by this cleverly funny metaphorical read. - - Great stuff.
Cheers - thanks Fay so pleased you enjoyed my whimsical.
encore demanded ........... N 🙂
I shall take a bough - errr - a bow. 🙂
Excellent work!
Thanks r - a fun write.
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