"Your prompt for JusJoJan January 19th, 2020, is “gobbledygook.” Use the word “gobbledygook” any way you’d like." I have written Limerick on the prompt. Dissembling men wrote the rule book, That was all a gobbledygook, All at a loss, And lives in a toss, But they laughed at making everyone a schnook. Via: https://lindaghill.com/2020/01/19/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-19th-2020/
"Your prompt for JusJoJan January 12th, 2020, is “gravity.” Use the word “gravity” I have tried to play on the word gravity with a Limerick. As all good is vanishing from our planet, the values have weakened and it is a grave matter. The centre of gravity of the earth, Where humanity was in dearth,… Continue reading Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 12th, 2020
Man a fool, Always he feigned to be cool, Donning a charade to win hearts, But all he got back were nasty darts, Still he milked all that ridicule!
It's the season of weddings. The media is splashed with celebrity wedding pictures as we gape in awe at the couture costumes and dreamy sequences, a page out of another world. We dream and conjure of living that glam dream. But mundane people like me can only look from afar and watch the hoopla with… Continue reading A wedding ( a Limerick)
A fuzzy mind swoons, But not a morsel of food, Still a serene smile.
Her sparkling effervescence, She frothed in her ebullience It could not ever be shaded, For everywhere it pervaded, The brightly veiled radiance. Via: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/10/rdp-71-effervescent/
Petulant whims rosy hued, Adamant fantasies glued, A caprice to fulfil, A rising lust to thrill, Always ready for a feud.
Italian pasta in white and red, Myriad shapes all in the sauce bed, Subtle aroma in the paste, Enhancing delectable taste, My palate roused as I overfed. Via: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/06/21/ragtag-daily-prompt-21-italian/
A Candor in heart,mind and soul, An invisible trait we extol, An invisible trait we extol, Found in species extinct, Who often are hoodwinked, It may land you in a rigmarole.
Your pedigree is your ticket, Even on a sticky wicket, You rise and shine, Reaching cloud nine, But do you deserve the trinket?