After yesterday’s more serious blog post, I felt the urge to write something silly today.
I’ve written before about Grasshopper, my four-year-old son’s imaginary friend. He’s an insect of indeterminate size and gender who regularly gets him/herself into scrapes and gets the blame for most things that go awry in this house. Poor Grasshopper is considered particularly ‘guilty’ of any accidents in the toilet department, which is what inspired me to write this limerick. Please turn away now if you’re eating breakfast (or are from the Department of Imaginary Animal Protection):
There once was a foolish grasshopper
Who wouldn’t let anyone stop her
From ascending the loo
While my son was mid-poo
And becoming submerged in a whopper
I recited that to my sons after breakfast this morning and they immediately wanted me to make up another. My six-year-old requested that it be about a lion. The final rhyme is his idea.
There once was a wrinkly lion
Who felt that he needed an iron
But the iron was hot
And it roasted his bot
So he ended up smoother, but cryin’
Hmmm – kind of obvious it was written with the assistance of small boys, I think!
And finally, as it’s Christmas, here’s a festive limerick for the road:
A beautiful, gold decoration
Was all laden with bells at the station
As the trains chugged along
The bells chimed a song
Sending peace and goodwill to the nation.
Happy Christmas everyone!