I’ve got a whole load of things I want to post under the banner of ‘Because I Can’ or ‘Just For A Bet’.
This particular post comes under the ‘Because I Can’ banner.
So anyway, Sean Platt did a favour for me recently and I wanted to acknowledge that in some way.
I started writing a limerick in tribute to him but I’m struggling with the last line. It doesn’t seem to scan right.
If you like limericks, then feel free to help me out. Either write a better limerick, rejig my limerick or just tag on a new last line. Hell, if you’re an ace limerick writer, you could even add another verse or two.
Any help greatly appreciated.
Here’s my effort:
The Ghostwriter
Does wordsmithing leave you quite vexed?
Do you struggle for what to write next?
Then make your day brighter
And hire a Ghostwriter
Let Sean Platt take care of your text
Go on, have a go. If you want to pen a whole new limerick it doesn’t even need to be about him being a Ghostwriter. You could even use the opportunity to poke a bit of fun at him – which is exactly what I intend to do next time.
BTW if there are some good suggestions (or even bad ones) I’ll put them in a follow up post.
Have a good Monday and a great week.
Dave
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Do you wrestle with words ’till you’re vexed?
Beat your head wondering what should come next?
Your day could be brighter -
Hire an awesome ghostwriter,
Sean Platt will spin gold from your text.
Dave Fowler is sure one awesome dude,
Though I’d hate to see that dude nude.
The flab in my eye would sure make me cry
And the tattoo of the queen is just rude.
WriterDad
There was a young fellow named Sean,
Who was famed for his brains, not his brawn,
Oh, wait. What rhymes with Sean and brawn? Hmmm. I’ll abandon that one for now.
I can’t write anything – I am just laughing with tears rolling down!
Patricia
Thanks Patricia
Limericks are not everyone’s bag, but I think they’re kinda fun.
It’s lovely to see bloggers bloom
To bring sunshine and joy through the gloom.
But this man-on-man love in
Is wearing quite thin
Come on you guys, go get a room.
But Tara, it’s really not true
My affections are only for you
Sean’s just a pal
But you are my gal
So come over to mine for a
scrbrewAwww, you say the sweetest things. Hey, hang on a minute . . . .
Oh, God, NO. I really wish I had just skipped the comments- now I have weird pictures in my head. MAKE IT STOP!
A hot mommy blogger named Lynn,
Came to my blog with a grin,
But the comments, you see,
Weren’t her cup of tea,
And she left with her head in a spin.
These limericks are all pretty tight.
And also pretty funny to write
If only I could
You know I would
Sit here and spit them all night.
Sean, you know that every day,
I read all you have to say,
The flowery prose,
That you compose
Tells us that you’re really great man, I’m loving your work.
I’m totally going to overlook the fact that you called me a mommy blogger because you called me hot. And I may or may not print that and put it on my fridge. Or in a frame.
You’re welcome