an artist’s (ok, my son’s) interpretation of a hippo.

Last weekend I spent Sunday lunchtime writing limericks with my husband and kids. We had a lot of fun coming up with silly rhymes and the boys enjoyed seeing how many times they could get ‘bum’ and ‘poo’ into any sentence! I posted our favourite ones here.

It was a challenge to come up with limericks based on suggestions from the kids (in fact limericks are quite difficult full stop, I think), so I ended up feeling my brain had been well exercised. I really enjoyed it though – we all did – so I’ve decided to set myself the weekly challenge of writing a limerick on a subject of my kids choosing.

I can’t promise they will all be great… in fact I CAN promise they WON’T be, but I’ll be posting them on a Monday. What better way to start the week than with a chuckle over ridiculous bad rhymes? (and – given I’m writing for my kids – quite possibly bottoms)?

So, without further ado, here is this week’s limerick:

There once was a daft hippopotamus

who phoned the police to report a loss

he said: “I appear

to have misplaced my rear,

for when I turn round I seem bottom-less”

See, bad rhymes and bottoms… you were warned…