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!
Mister Bump 
No idea what it means but it’s fun to read.
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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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There are some fabulous sibilant sounds in it, which always make a piece fun to read.
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Pure limerick loonyness!
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Ah. No. Wait. Meds and WP against me this morning. Ab-so-lute-lee nutso.
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Like above not quite into it, but it was fun to read. No wonder he was late anyone who has a clock that goes to
14 I would worry about.
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I don’t even want to venture there 😕
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It’s kinda scary how these ditties take 2 minutes to put together, yet people analyse them!
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They’re jealous
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I reckon Shakespeare is the same. He’s sat up there in heaven laughing his head off that people take what he wrote so seriously.
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