Whatever became of Sir Swellimpedeedoo?
Though his fingers were swollen, he needed something to do —
So he crocheted a chicken
And his thumbs ceased to thicken
Soon the rest of his hands slimmed down too
He didn’t change his diet
Nor did he sit quiet
This much is true!
Idle hands lead to riots
While creativity is so good for you
This is my response to this week’s W3 challenge.
POW, Matt Snyder, challenged us to write a nonsense poem with a specific structure:
The poem must have two stanzas of five lines each.
Stanza 1 (Limerick)
Whatever became of Sir Swellimpedeedoo? (A)
____________________________ (A)
__________________ (B)
__________________ (B)
____________________________ (A)
Stanza 2
He didn’t ______________________
Nor did he _____________________
This much is true! (C)
____________________________
____________________________ (C)
The italicized words must appear exactly as they are written. The picture is to serve as inspiration.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 