IN YORKSHIRE
The distant thrum of beating wings
as summer wakes
in guilty shades of flushing red
which seeps through glass and winters grime
and into rooms where people dine
In the land of the eating of cheese with the cake.
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Michael Edwards (
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I see memories in here. 🌹 Michael I'm coming back later with some of my terrible Limerick, you up for it?
You bet - now its getting colder here in the UK and all the gardening is up to date I'll hopefully find more time for writing although the calendar is pretty busy up till Christmas.
Any thoughts yet? I'm getting limmerick withdrawal symptons. lol
Micheal I'm sorry, I'm working a lot in this period I promise by the weekend I'll have loads, lol I'll give you a prompt for now, snow freezing snow a Limerick about the very cold British weather chills and all. ❤️
There was an old man called Rowe
who went for a walk in the snow
and despite what’s oft said
his nose didn’t turn red
but boy did it make his balls glow.
Yes lol I knew that was coming 😂 I'll be back,
Write one about Gertrude in the nude shoveling snow?
Gertrude the nudist was shovelling snow
an unpleasant activity don’t you know
for it should have been hot
and hot it was not
but it sure made her nipples grow.
Lmao oh that's brilliant ❤️
Good write and pic M. Does Miss Berles want to have her cake AND eat it?!
Miss Berles is an avid cake eater - she likes to bake a big Christmas cake and hide syllables inside it to surprise the family. Trouble is they now know what to expect.
Does she also hide many figs in figgy pudding? I can't have figgy pudding, as it....... too much info to say why! So 'don't bring it out here' to change the line of the song!
Excellent write
Thanks Tony.
You're welcome
My wife and I used to go up to the Yorkshire Dales every year back in the eighties and nineties to the same cottage in the village of Thoralby, it was wonderful.
Andy
A super county.
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