Category: Silly

The lights are a tangle on the floor,

I’ve untwisted them a hundred times or more.

They blink, then they die,

and I heave a deep sigh:

“I’ll just have to buy some more.”

I wonder what’s behind door five?

The magic of mornings revive:

A truffle? A toy?

Some small spark of joy?

It’s chocolate again: my waist won’t survive!

You’ve heard of Elf on the Shelf?

Personally, I haven’t myself.

Reminders to be good:

They’re misunderstood!

I’m not compelled by a toy elf!

This advent I’ve cooked up a scheme:

A limerick-a-day Christmas dream.

Some naughty, some nice,

All punchy and concise:

A rhyme-fuelled December regime!

Prepare for a festive endeavour:

A limerick each day—aren’t I clever?

From one up to twenty-four,

Then a final encore…

It’s the best Limerick countdown ever.

That neighbour’s got lights on the shed,

Round the chimney, the bins, and the bed.

Before winter’s begun,

They’ve outshone the sun:

It’s a wonder their fuse box’s not dead!

November and Thursday, I find,

Have a similarly sluggish design.

Both dreary and grey,

Both dragging the day—

The month and the weekday that grind.

I tried to plug in my USB,

But it wouldn’t go it was mocking me!

I flipped it around,

and that’s when I found…

Then the first way was right, naturally.

Alexa please turn on the light,

No! That’s wrong! Not quite!

Maybe I’m misheard,

Or my phrasing’s absurd,

I don’t want dim, I want bright!

There was a fellow (me) with intent:

On a countdown before the event:

He wanted to begin,

A tool to count in:

“A calendar for Advent’s advent.”