A limerick challenge!
There once was a blogger named Abby
Whose blog posts were sometimes not shabby.
Her blog had been started
When then-boyfriend departed
And she’d been decidedly crabby!
For two years she wrote about details
Of life, love, and therapy-retail.
She read blogs of others,
Marrieds, singles and mothers,
And became friends with many through email.
These friends tolerated her tales
Of stupid (and now BRILLIANT) males,
Of tits and of cats,
Of technology snags,
And her with their comments regaled.
Then one day our young blogger friend
Was trying some work to pretend,
When in her mind’s eye
What a glorious surprise!
An excuse for a prize out to send.
For five-hundred posts she had written
(A number with which she was smitten)
And wasn’t it neat!
A most fabulous feat!
Then with an idea she was bitten:
“A contest,” she cried, “is in order!
A poem like this, only shorter
And written by readers
From this site and from feeders
Or those stumbling upon this disorder!”
You have until midnight tonight
For five lines of rhyming to write.
The subject you choose,
But be careful: don’t lose!
For without this prize, cry you might.
A print from this shop, seen on Etsy.
How wonderful, heavens to Betsy!
The winner selects,
Then I’ll write the check…
You didn’t actually think I’d find one more thing to rhyme with “Etsy,” did you?
Filed under: The Blog, Why I Rock
your dear friend lives on an island
with sunsets, orange yellow and cyan
the past few days
have been had bitter rains
that have left this islander crying
the vog is so thick
you can hit it with sicks
haoles can’t breathe
it makes locals tease
they make fun of them just for kicks.
I don’t know if I’ll enter the contest, but your limerick was thirty-five different kinds of awesome. Thanks for brightening my Thursday morn.
Yesterday I opened my RSS feed
Contests winners announced on five blogs I read
Pick me! Pick Me! I cried,
But alas, 5 times I was denied
I love this contest, I hope this time I succeed.
there once was a dude named pete
who was often referred to as sweet
though he relished all the attention
he longed for a willful suspension
of everyone’s sense of belief
attn: world, i am a dangerous man!
(okay that’s pretty bad)
Soon I leave for a foreign land
Not of palm trees or of sand
But one of history and wine
On great food I will dine
Until I can no longer stand.
I can’t rhyme my way out of a paper bag, unfortunately, but I thought I’d wish you a GIANT CONGRATS on your 500th post!
hugs!
xoxo
~S
I move to propose a toast
To celebrate this 500th post
To a blog that inspires
This girl who admires,
Even from opposite coasts.
This is my lame attempt at poetry. But congrats anyway!
I have a bad habit with sweets
From choc’late to ice cream, all treats
I must weight a ton
I cannot them shun
A thin girl you never shall meet!
There was a young girl, one day
Who left a small post, they say
What to write, she knew not
Just something, she thought
So she typed and she typed, what the hay!
perhaps i am too late to win
a prize that would sure make me grin
i’ve been under a pile
no blogs for awhile
but wanted to give you my spin
bright yellow world is on my short list
of blogs that are not to be missed
congrats on half a grand
let me give you a hand
now celebrate, will ya? get pissed*!
*i was channeling mike myers in ’so i married an axe murderer’ on this one….
sarah