Pride – A Limerick

I thought I’d be fashionably late

To impress my handsome date

But much to my chagrin

My pride had done me in

And he’d left with my room mate

(In response to Mind and Life Matters‘ weekly limerick challenge)

Breeze – A Limerick

The windmills turned as the sun sank low

Two lovers entwined on a blanket below

The once gentle breeze

That stripped the trees

Had now stolen their clothes!

(A slightly naughty response to Mind and Life Matters Limerick challenge!)

The shriek of shells, of mortar fire

We huddled in the trench’s filthy mire

Alone, not alone, in the cold, I grieve

The wretched truth I’ve yet to believe

We all were dying behind barbed wire

In response to Mind and Life Matter‘s limerick challenge

(Featured Image: In the trenches 1916, near Verdun, France- From The Western Front, Then and Now, John Giles)