“You plonker!” I heard from my brother. I’d done something wrong or the other, But try as I might I can’t get it right. He’s worse than my wicked step-mother. But she’s not as bad as she’s painted, Her character’s … Continue reading →
I cheated and baked my new conker, Believing it would be a stonker, After only three hits It broke into bits, Now I feel a right blooming plonker. This week’s challenge at esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com asked for a limerick featuring the word … Continue reading →
The electronic wizard’s skulduggery
Was no more than sheer mental thuggery
I tossed and I turned
My fever it burned
But could I get sleep? Could I… heck as like!
I needed a couple of bob So went out to find a new job I’m happy to work But I felt such a berk No, really; don’t be such a snob! I’ll never be tempted to shirk Even though my … Continue reading →