Rather Silly Rhymes – A Limerick

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Said the Kingpin to Miss Golightly

“you look dirty and rather unsightly

And It’s rather a strain

Seeing you again and again,

Why don’t you attempt bathing nightly?”


This Limerick was written in response to the following word prompts:



FOWC with Fandango — Kingpin


Another Silly Rhyme – A Bash on the Noggin.

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I am a rather impulsive chap,

Unfortunately, it has to be said.

The other day, I got in a flap

and totally lost my head.

I thought I’d got an Intruder

so I bashed them on the noggin,

With my hand-knitted draught excluder

I gave them one hell of a floggin’

You can imagine my total dismay

when they rolled over and I Saw

the Postman with his letter’s in disarray

and a parcel that was meant for next door.

I’m sorry for the postman’s headache

and I couldn’t be more distraught

It was a totally honest mistake

I just hope that he’ll settle out of court.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22nd May 2020




Chelsea Owens is also hosting a weekly Hilarity contest, click on the link below to have a look at her latest post:

The Weekly Hilarity Contest 5/16 – 5/22/2020




A Valentine’s Revelation. – A Poem.

A Guy Called Bloke has set a challenge, to write a story or poem about a Valentine’s day card and a Cherub. Here is the post if you like to have a go:

Valentine’s for Luvvies Challenge 2019 . 1


Well, I don’t believe in Valentine’s day. I think it is a load of commercial rubbish. I won’t be taking part in it at all. Love is for 365 days a year not just for Valentine’s day. But I just can’t resist a challenge from that Guy Called Bloke, so here is a poem that should tug at the old heartstrings, and meet the requirements of the prompt. 🙂


A Valentine’s Revelation

He vowed never to send a Valentine’s card,

it was something he just wouldn’t start.

He was clear from the beginning

to his love, who was willing,

to accept that she never get a red paper heart.


No Red roses despatched by courier mail,

On a cold wintry February day.

No chocolates in boxes

or cuddly toy foxes,

He’d made positively clear it just wasn’t his way.


Then he gazed down at the present she’d made him,

at the cot and the cherub inside,

He admitted that here,

was a love gift, most dear,

With this valentines present, he’s so happy, he cried.


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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/February/2019







Finish the Tale #7 – The House by the Lake

I have been tagged by Melanie of the blog Sparksfromacombustiblemind to take part in the Finish the story challenge. Click on the link below to see her post:




  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!


The House on the Lake

A house sat perched precariously on the edge of Clearwater Lake. It was a house that should not have stood, yet stand it did. It had been there for centuries and locals swore the same couple lived there the whole time. Locals never knew how right they were until the day the rains started.

“It’s just a little rain,” Susan said, watching the couple pile water and canned fruit into their shopping cart.

The couple looked at the checker and smiled politely. “The rain will not stop,” they said, “we’ve seen this before.”

No sooner had the couple left, Susan but dropped her smirk as locals poured into the shop chaotically looking for food. The once spring storm skies have turned …

To be continued

Sadje’s Part:


….. Dark grey and water came down in sheets. People were scurrying away in the downpour with their bags of groceries clutched tightly under their umbrellas. Susan thought that it would be prudent to get some stuff for her family as well, just in case… What am I thinking! She nervously chided herself and yet she bought some bottled water, cans of soup and other supplies and started home. The umbrella she had was too flimsy and inadequate to handle the rain and she was soaked to skin when she reached her place. She met Dan at the door who was getting the kids inside. She sent an inquiring gaze towards him and was answered by a nod. Dan knew something but didn’t want to say it in front of the kids.

After dinner when they had sent the kids to bed, they discussed the elephant in the room.

“Do you think there is something to be worried about, the rain I mean?” Susan asked him.

Dan looked a bit worried but smiled at her question. “You have heard the rumor too?”

“I was there when the Jackson’s were buying water and other foodstuffs in the store today. She said that the rain won’t stop! Do you know what she meant?”

Dan looked uneasy and said…….

Melanie’s addition:

Dan looked uneasy and said “Oh I suspect those people are just doomsday advocates.  You know, those odd people who go about spreading lies about the coming end of the world!”

Susan frowned, disturbed at Dan’s cavalier attitude.    “I don’t know about the doomsday idea,” she began, “Sensible people have been telling us about the repercussions of our lifestyles for years and years.  What do you think global warming is about, anyway?!   All these horrid superstorms, which keep getting more and more severe.   I wonder if there isn’t a grain of truth in the Jackson’s statement.  Maybe the rain won’t stop this time.”

Dan snorted, but it was a weak uncertain sound.   Susan knew he believed the same thing she did.    But what to do about it?    There wasn’t enough food and water available if the rain kept pouring down, not to mention the flooding that surely would occur and the destruction of life as they knew it.

Susan thought back to old traditions that she had grown up hearing about.    Things about appeasing old gods and sacrifice.   Maybe it was time for some out of the box thinking.   Maybe someone should call Stephen King and ask him what he would do, if he were writing about the end of days brought about by a mega-storm, instead of a mega-virus.   Susan shook her head at her whimsical train of thought.    

The thing to do right now was to make sure her family was secure.   Dan could put together some sandbags and …

There was a tremendous roaring sound and a portion of the side door nearest the small creek, broke apart.   Muddy water began to pour into the hall.  Susan screamed, out of pure reflex, and Dan and she clung to each other watching the water run.   Out of the black night a voice boomed…


My bit:

Making them jump, then stand and stare in astonishment.

“Come on, jump aboard, this is your last chance,” said a man with a long white beard standing on wooden hand made boat.

Susan grabbed her raincoat and her kids and jumped onto the boat and Dan was not far behind. They saw they were not the only people on board, several of their neighbours were there huddled inside the bowels of the boat.

There didn’t appear to be anyone steering or rowing the boat and yet, without rhyme or reason, it appeared to float down the watery avenue that had once been the main street of town.

The boat then sailed out onto the lake towards the island. The lights in the house were lit like a beacon, beckoning them in. The boat pulled up against a wooden jetty and the strange bearded man jumped out and tied the boat securely.

“Come on everyone, we’ll be safe on the island.”

When they arrived at the house, the front door opened and to everyone’s surprise…..


Now, who shall I pass this challenge onto?

How about Fandango?

One-Liner Wednesday — Crack in the Wall

Would you like to add to the story?


I have also included the following word prompts:



Terribly Bad Poetry – Shakespeare’s Legacy

Chelsea Owens has launched her Terrible Poetry Competition, see the link to her post below:

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

This weeks theme is to write a limerick about a poet who takes himself too seriously…

So here goes…


Shakespeare was incredibly clever

But he wrote terribly dull poems, however,

And when his day was done,

His poems still live on

Because they’ve been taught in our schools forever.

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A Truly Terrible Rhyme ;-)

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Chelsea Owens has set me a challenge, to write a truly terrible poem, with the subject, unusual ways of making money. Check out her challenge by clicking on the link below:

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

Now, if you are thinking, ‘well all your poems are awful’, then maybe you’re thinking I can’t do any worse? Well, think again, because here is something really bad!.

A truly terrible rhyme,


I’m told I often come across orgulous

Like a diamond-encrusted nautilus,

But I can’t bring myself to mix

With the great unwashed in the stix

So, in order to make some money

I do something jolly and funny.

I volunteer to look after cats,

And then keep tabs of everyone’s stats,

What type of shops they like to use,

All their secrets and their news,

Then sell the data for the highest price,

It all makes me feel rather nice.

Then I stride on down the street

In my golden tracksuit, rather neat.

By this simple data extraction

I live a life so full of action,

with a simple process activation

I’ve risen way above my station.



I’ve also included the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Stats

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Puddle-Jumping – A Limerick

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You said that it’s really auspicious
To jump in a puddle, I’m feeling judicious
Your language is such,
That I doubt it so much,
But then I’ve always been over suspicious.



You said that it’s really auspicious

to jump in a puddle? I’m suspicious.

Your language is such,

that I doubt it so much,

I think your claim is purely fictitious.


So now I’m wondering which you think is best?



Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/February/2019


FOWC with Fandango — Puddle




Manic Monday – A Salty Old Shanty

Laura M Bailey hosts a weekly 3-way challenge called Manic Mondays. See the post below:


Here is the picture:


The word is: Anchored.


I’ll sing ye a song of the waves and the sea,

A salty old shanty of skullduggery

a tale of a wench

with a heart full of revenge,

and a mettlesome lass was she.


The maid and her man were caught alive

by a pirate crew under cruel Captain Clive

they’d put up a good fight

and that was despite,

an ordeal that few could survive.


She begged for the life of the man she adored,

but Cruel Captain Clive just laughed and ignored,

he made him walk the plank,

and laughed again as he sank,

while he danced around deck with his sword.


Captain Clive took the wench below decks

for it had been a long time without sex,

and he’d fancied the maid,

whose love he’d betrayed

though he had failed to undertake a few checks.


Whilst the ship remained anchored in the bay

Cruel Captain Clive was keen to have his way

The Maid pulled out a knife

and took the Captains life

In a revengeful and bloodthirsty display.


Then with a calm demeanour, serene

and with a brutality, so rarely seen

She cut off his head

put his hat on instead

and She became the dread Pirate Queen!


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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/February/2019











Teddy Bear’s Beware! – Kira’s Sunday Scribbles.


O Teddy Bear’s beware!

If you go down to the woods today you’ll be in for a shock or three!

There is a tribe of vicious teenagers engaged in devilry

They had Theodore tied up in ropes as they danced around the tree.

and another nameless Teddy lay in pieces for all to see.

I could see this tribe of teddy-torturers would be the death of me.

So, what could I do? I’m asking you, but turn away and flee?

I ran far away but to this day, I wonder what could be

The reason why this wicked tribe would act so bloodthirstily.