A bit chocka!

The traffic in our little village does sometimes resemble Piccadilly Circus!

A young woman, who looks quite demure,
Knocks our door and, with certain allure,
Explains (looking harmless)
She's from the Young Farmers
And selling their horses' manure.

limerick © Celia Warren 2013

Given the severe weather warnings (and the winds are building up as I write) perhaps I should have bought some sacks of manure to use as sandbags ...!

Did you remember to put your clocks back? Here's a second limerick I've penned today. Readers of a sensitive disposition, please stop reading at line 4 ...

The clocks have gone back where they started:
Greenwich meantime. Blue skies have departed.
Now seems darkness holds sway
And, with winds underway,
On our sweet summer smells winter's farted.

limerick © Celia Warren 2013

(I actually like Greenwich meantime; wish we kept it all year round.)