A Basket of Love

Limericks and a message for Patrick

I once knew a guy who chopped wood He’d talk wood all day if he could What a pain in the neck! I said, “What the heck?!” I’m not Little Red Riding Hood!”

Okay, that was my warm-up limerick.

I haven’t written a limerick in donkeys. Something would always go wonky. Not hee-haw funny at all. Shock, horror when William J Spirdione challenged me to join Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg)’s limerick war.

William, I thought we were sonnet sparring partners? Are you trying to trip me up with this limerick trick, or are you getting back at me for taking you for a spin on my twittle train?! 😜

But now I see Michael has stepped in with a let’s-make-love-not-war version of his limerick-fest. Which kinda sucks because I’ve just spent the past couple of hours planning my attack! Damn it!!

So it’s a truce is it, Michael? What about love bombs? Are they ok??? Right, I’m calling the shots. Love bomb limerick it is! ❤️

Here’s one for you, sweet William!

William S is the best sonneteer Check this one out over here You’ll be clapping for more of that I’m quite sure It’s lucky he writes them all year ❤️

Oh, I can feel my limerick love juices oozing. This actually feels quite good. Who knew I needed a limerick love-in? 😍

Hey, look there’s David Rudder clocking up some k’s on the lovemill!

He and I are both Aussies, did you know? We’re on the same team. Team Australia. Remember that one, Dictator Dan, you jerk! Believe me, Daniel and David are as alike as that guy with the two-finger moustache and that other guy with his 12 disciples. Love that guy in the white robe and sandals. He practiced what he preached. So does David (just agree, David — it’s easier that way!) 😆

David R is not one to be terse He writes the most wonderful verse His rhymes are supreme if not, they’re a dream sent to us by the song universe ❤️

Speaking of the universe, does anyone know where Patrick’s gone? He just disappeared. One minute he was here — or his Santa cat was — and then, poof, evaporated into thin air. I never got to say goodbye. 😥

And now his seat on the twittle train is empty. It’s going to be a tough one to fill. At least, I have proof that he was on board –

Patrick, I do hope you’re okay in the world of Nomedium. While I never got to read all of your 1K+ articles, the ones I did were always amusing and, er, entertaining in a wink-wink, get-my-drift 😉 sort of way! You were often the first person (cat?) to clap, highlight and/or comment on my posts. I appreciated — and still do — the support you gave me (full disclosure — there was never any hanky panky, although he did, for a while, have a thing for female names starting with C!). You taught me to take risks with my writing and try sprinkling it with some French, like so, and so. I do hope you’re on a beach in Hawaii — or a Greek isle with Athena — or the Moon with Crissy — or — I don’t know, I lost track of all your love interests! Wherever you are, I wish you the best of good luck and please have a keto cocktail on me! Carolyn ❤️

Well, in lieu of a cocktail, I’ll send you a limerick -

There was a guy here called Patrick His mate, M, was kind of a prick They’ve both gone away to play in the hay? or write the best-ever limerick? 😍

Speaking of Patrick, it was kurt gasbarra who confirmed my suspicions that Patrick and M had moved on. He and Patrick (not sure about M) were good Medium chums. I feel for you, Kurt. 💞

I don’t know kurt all that well, but I ‘see’ him all over Medium. He’s a I-go-everywhere kind of fellow — as long as his sidekick, Tanki, comes along too. Group hug for Kurt and Tanki — and a limerick with gasbarrian features!

Who else here thinks Kurt is amayZInG? His writing’s like crazee paving He plaize with his words He moves betwinth worlds and his kindness comes wizzout asking ❤️

Have you noticed that all the limericks so far have been for the guys? Time to give us gals a look in, me thinks. I see that Melanie J. is juggling lions. Fearlessly MJ to the max! See what stepping out of your haiku comfort zone has done for you, MJ? First twittles; now limericks. Sky’s the limit — as long as it’s blue!

Melanie’s favourite colour is blue It’s the magic of Fifth Avenue I thinks she’s quite right The blue of midnight is nothing like Madge Simpson’s hairdo! 💙

And last, but not least — maybe seventh — there’s Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg), the guy who started the thing called The Large Long Limerick War of 2021 and who has now turned it into Make Limerick Love Not War.

This one’s for you, Michael! ❤️

We know a doctor called Michael Sometimes he rides a bicycle 🚴 He likes to keep fit “Watch out for that sh*t! We don’t want you in the recycle!” 💖

See, we’re looking out for you Michael! Loves ya !! 😘 Oh, watch out! There’s someone right behind you!

And here comes my poet sister, jenine kitted up in her pjs of sateen She shines like a light she dances all night from the Moon to the stars in between ❤️

© Carolyn Hastings 2021

I would have liked to have written a love-limerick for each one of you, but like Little Red Riding Hood and the cakes in her basket, there’s a limit to how many limericks I can turn out. Besides, I’ve just read that Michael says not to go overboard with the love. 😬

What? 😧

What the world needs now is love, sweet love It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of What the world needs now is love, sweet love No not just for some, but for everyone Lyrics by Hall David; music by Burt Bacharach; performed by Dionne Warwick

Thank you for reading. 🙏 Love to you all and to everyone. 💕