The Diversion

Image showing a writing book and a quill

When the woodpecker woke, he was late,
He persuaded the wood louse, his date,
That when the clock struck fourteen,
She should light his sardine,
Lest his wife, the roe deer, should berate.

To those who like to read things into my limericks – try reading something into that one!

Author: Mister Bump UK

Designed/developed large IT systems, interrupted by a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Now mix development of health-related software with voluntary work and writing. Married, with an estranged daughter.

10 thoughts on “The Diversion”

    1. That’s all it was. While I was mulling over the animals, I also thought a pipistrelle sounded good. But in the end it didn’t fit.

      Good nonsense poetry is so incredibly difficult to write.


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