Alicia has founded a prompt-blog HERE. Thank you, Alicia, and I'm sure many bloggers will join with me in wishing your venture every success. This weekend Alicia tempts/prompts/cajoles us to write on the subject of -
A Terrible Dancer.
A terrible dancer called Fred
once waltzed down the stairs on his head.
Then he rhumbaed so hard
he demolished the yard
before foxtrotting back up to bed.
I would like a demonstration, please. This is the kind of nonsense that gets dancing a bad name,ReplyDelete
Ada, beloved, you can foxtrot back up to my bed any time you like! But what are you doing asking a Doctor for a demonstration of anything? Should I be worried?ReplyDelete
This made me laugh. I loved it. And thanks for the mention. I appreciate it so much.ReplyDelete
I loved it! :o)ReplyDelete
No that wasn't me just up there. The REAL ME is here, now, thinking of something to say that does justice to your ditty. Well, it's not really a ditty is it. I could make all kinds of off-colour comments if it was, but it isn't.ReplyDelete
Was that you I saw on 'So You Think You CAn Dance' the other night???
Fun use of the prompt. Great limerick.ReplyDelete
cha cha cha! ha ha haReplyDelete
'before foxtrotting back up to bed' - for some reason this line really tickled me and I'm not the ticklish sort, really;-)ReplyDelete
So the Limerick Bug has got you too! Good.ReplyDelete
A terrible dancer called FootsieReplyDelete
slipped arse over head
unravelling his threads
on the dance floor
His partner then said
" Right, you ole head
I'm thru with your likes
I'm tired of the fights
you can dance on your own
or sit on your throne"