She was brooding upstairs in her bedroom,
Abandoned, depressed and alone,
But was roused by her mum
Shouting "hurry, dear! Come!
For here's Ivy for you, on the phone!"
(With thanks to Tess at Magpiel Tales for the picture)
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I always snigger at these.
ReplyDeleteFancy recognising the Ivy I can barely remember phones that look like this.
That's because you're so young, Adrian.
Deletelove that double entendre last line!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kathe.
DeleteI must confess I had to look up anadoned, but had to abandon my search. Clever limerick.
ReplyDeleteI've changed it now! Thanks.
DeleteA good friend is Ivy - though sometimes a bit clingy.
ReplyDeleteIvy, especially the poison kind, keeps calling...
ReplyDeleteHmm...??
DeleteHA! So clever.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deleteawww. sweet
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dee Dee.
DeleteMoms and friends to the rescue! Cute.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maria.
DeleteLove it - but I keep meaning to ask. What does Magpie mean in this context each time you post one?
ReplyDeleteRosemary, it's a wonderful way to waste time on a Sunday. Every week, Tess at Magpie Tales blogspot (easy to find) provideds a picture, and you're invited to write a piece for it. You then link your offering back to her blog. It's qutie fun, but usually I should be doing somehting eolse!
DeleteThank you, Gail.
ReplyDeleteHa! I wish that I'd thought of that!
ReplyDeleteI thought lots of people would, but maybe that's the way my ntwisted mind works...?
Deletelovely !
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra!
DeleteBrooding teen!
ReplyDeleteWhy strange? Not especially clever, I'll admit, but strange....?
ReplyDeleteIndeed. We've all been there, haven't we?
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