I was reflecting on life in general and I realised that when you think about it, it’s all totally absurd! You have to laugh at life and learn not to take it so seriously and where better than to take part in a limerick writing challenge.
So here is a challenge hosted by Esther Chilton on her blog, click on the link below to take part.
The Challenge was to write a limerick containing the word ‘Back’. So here is my attempt:
You can reflect on your life and your lack, but nothing can come from this tack, There’s one thing that’s so true each day brings something new and in life, you can never go back.
And I was reminded of a favourite poem that I heard many years ago. It was contained in a book called Sister Madge’s Book of Nuns by Doug MacLeod which was full of funny poems. This one contains the line: And there he lay in cold repose With two fish fingers up his nose.
SISTER STEPHANIE AND THE GANG – DOUG MACLEOD
The supermarket proved to be A trial for Sister Stephanie. “Oh rats!” she grumbled to herself, “The birdseed’s on the highest shelf Unless I gain some extra height My Charlie won’t get fed tonight.” The manager who lingered near Said, “Having trouble, sister dear? Out shelves are much too high, you say? Well I see it a different way. The problem is that you’re much too small! A tiny speck, a Ping-Pong ball! A monkey would be bigger than you And rather better looking too.”
Sister Stephanie left the store But came back with a mighty roar The windows smashed, alarm bells range, The nuns had formed a bikie gang. The gang was fierce, the gang was mad The gang was old and leather-clad With chains and crosses, clubs and spikes The nuns revved up their superbikes. Then up and down the lanes they sped With Sister Stephanie up ahead “Yippee!” she cried, as piles of tins Were scattered just like bowling pins. They crushed the nuts, they blew away The continental food display, They squashed the squash, they split the peas, They toppled all the toiletries. The manager who’d been so rude Was knocked into the frozen food And there he lay in cold repose With two fish fingers up his nose.
The bikies rumbled home to tea Except for Sister Stephanie Who searched the smoking battleground Until a pack of seed she found. She paid the manager and smiled, “I’m sorry that the girls ran wild But really, you should not poke fun At poor defenceless nuns, my son.”
Then off she roared upon her Harley Home to feed her vulture, Charlie.