Unhappy Tommy Macguigan
He wasn't blessed with a big'un
'Twas rather a shrimp
And usually limp,
Poor little thing, best kept hidden
There’s a plump man they call The Blimp
Who recently started to limp
Though each day without fail
He’d eat a whole whale
So I proposed that he switch to shrimp
back then, younger summer evenings,
we ate crabs, oysters, shrimp fillings
chased and downed, my dear,
with Mexican beer,
shortcomings, but no misgivings !
Written by Gail DeBole
January 20, 2020
A flock of Flamingos so pink
Had feathers that made people blink.
They group-danced with heads high
In a Flamenco style.
Ate shrimp, algae, and water to drink.
Author's Note: The type of food affects the color of the feathers.
The specialty chef he sure kindles knives.
He flips all the shrimp and shreds the chives.
The blaze from the heat
cuts all from their seats.
The customers split as he s-pares their lives.
Joseph May’s Limerick Contest
An Australian pug so loves prawn
she could munch it from evening ‘till dawn
It’s called shrimp, silly Aussie
yaps a Yank borzoi quite bossy
But being good mates, their anger’s long gone