Limerick writing Mark 4 (animal, vegetable and mineral)

And perfumed Rose buds.

Ooh yum - roasted spuds

Or the porker that he is next for the spit.

Don't tell the chicken - the oven's lit

And, darn it, I've just lost my frisby.

they are starting to mould

My toes are so cold

The fox and its cubs look all wispy

The grass is all frosted and crispy

The trees are rattling their boughs

The bull's in his pen

It's snowing again

My sheepdog is herding the cows

My hedgehog is safe in his hog house

Landing in a heap in some haystacks.

Then tripped on a brick

Tripped the light fantas'tick'

While wearing their wellies and pakamacs

The sheep are tangoing in Halifax.

And Anne Boleyn is a strumpet

Its stone walls so stark

Wolf Hall is so dark

And Thomas Cromwell prefers the turnips.

King Henry is sampling the parsnips

And sang not one silvery note.