Poetry is the P in N-P-K

They fled to Rome.

 

A congenial home,

 

And I'm left with a brood of their spawn!!

 

Turned them loose in a pond by bamboo,

 

accidently stepped on one with my shoe!


: o

 

Some even turned up in my loo!

 

okay, time to start a new limerick. 1st one was expanded to more than the 5 lines requirement, but was in keeping with the absurdity of a limerick! :)

Someone please open with the 1st line!!

 

Actually I was starting the first line of a new one, on the same general theme - I thought!

 

Yeah, just when we get going on an idea, it gets changed. Ride it out and see how it goes. I thought this one was getting kinda funny...


: )

 

There was a young lady named Jan,
And of peppers she was a big fan . . .

 

She grew them so sweet,
a most delicious treat...

 

But alas, her boyfriend burnt them all in a pan!

 

oops, sorry Ann B, I didn't realize that you meant to start a new limerick with same theme..

oh well, let's keep going...

 

A fungus on a rotten log
A fungus is, but to a frog . . .

 

a threat to amphibian generations,
a disease ridden death devastation...


: o

 

And so in solemn observation,
a stew of fungi and frog boils in my pot.

 

So here's another limerick opener:

A toad is not a frog

 

said a boy to a know-it-all snob


: )