Sunday, 23 November 2008

No thanks today either......

yes, i know i'm behind on the gratitude posts, you'll get 30 as promised but right now i have to tell ya this:
i was in the city today at Darling Harbour, a big touristy precinct, and i went to get some little kitsch-y knick knacks to send to blogger friends. i didn't have a whole lot of cash and wasn't thinking too clearly about who i wanted to have them.....

so here's the deal
write a limerick about something i'll appreciate
blogging maybe, australia, coffee, chocolate, whatever might take my fancy......
even me if you want to be particularly fawning

i have four items to give away so i don't know who'll win
the four people who bother?
the first four?
the ones who make me laugh?

the winner will be at my discretion on the day and depending on my mood
correspondence may be entered in to if it's flattering or witty

nothing like knowing the rules, eh?

comp ends nov 30th australian eastern standard time

20 comments:

  1. There was a young lady called Koiyle,
    Who wanted it fourteen toimes noightly,
    she laid on her back
    there was a loud crack,
    'Oi moight have screwed meself, sloightly'

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  2. by the way peej, you have a guaranteed kitschy knick knack, being your birthday 'n all. it's direct from fountain gate

    so maybe you should be banned from competing? rules subject to change at whim, i say

    and in reference to your brilliant poetry
    why 14 times??

    and it's "moiself"
    shame on you
    xx

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  3. I don't want to kill them,
    but I fear I might.
    Please get my kids
    out of my sight.
    They are purely nasty,
    they are honery and mean.
    Clearly they didn't get
    any of my genes.
    So how do I love them
    inspite of their flaws?
    When they are sleeping,
    they look like angle dolls.

    Sorry,
    the best I can do. I had one of those mornings. I swear if I had actually put my hands around Forrest's neck this morning, I would have choked him. Hope your kids are treating you well.

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  4. hi cece
    loved this one!

    if the standard of enries is this good i might have to take another trip to town.......

    amazingly the kids are all sweetness and light right now (knock on wood)

    just when i think i'll kill 'em they improve!

    cheers

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  5. Okay, here goes...


    A young caffeine addict named Grace
    Drank espresso at a frightening pace
    She got so hopped up
    Mistook fork for cup
    And skewered herself in the face.


    (btw, I'm Grace)

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  6. this is another great entry, leah :)

    the misplaced fork reminds me of dinner times when i was a kid. we'd sit at the table , then dad would get up to put a record on, mum would huff and say "the dinner's getting cold" (man, i'm like her in that regard!)
    dad would resume his place at the table, we'd say grace, then he'd get up again to put the record on. then he'd sit, enraptured with the music, beating time with his fork and mum half shrieking "john, the food is falling off that fork !! "

    i often wonder what my kids will remember.....

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  7. Hi Kylie
    Does this make you smiley?
    If I do win
    I will grin
    and live the Life of Riley!

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  8. Okay, Peter gets one.

    I think I'm second. Let me compose my thoughts.

    P.S. Peter, God I love you!!! I couldn't stop laughing.

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  10. Pull up a chair and let me please share
    the story of an odd group of folks.
    Though they have never met, at least not yet
    they are a fun gang of gals and blokes.

    Kylie takes the time to ask for a rhyme
    prizes assured to those for their best.
    But postage is high, that sure won’t fly
    she hopes Mark wins, screw the rest.

    But to pass the day, our posts are our play
    it’s our lives we must admit.
    But you never know what Suzanne might say
    and the rest just keep talking…

    On other days, we actually have something to say
    it’s a rather unique situation.
    But if Leah was smart, she would depart
    and get back to her dissertation.

    Then there’s the CSI guy who’s writing a book,
    at least in a post that’s what he said.
    At the rate his going, the words may be flowing,
    but by then we will all be dead.

    Now this contest is close, with time for more posts,
    leading the pack is our man Peter.
    But we’re holding our breath, we ain’t done yet,
    where the hell is the entry from Skeeter?

    This project takes time, the words have to chime,
    the precision is that of a surgeon.
    Just ask Bob, who still hates his job,
    he’s our only 40-year-old virgin.

    I have take that one back, I was just talking smack
    I don’t want to be punched in the eyes.
    But before I go, I want you to know,
    I hope that chocolate is the prize.

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  11. Why am I here?
    Tell me my dear.
    You know me so well,
    Oh what the hell,
    You know I can't spell,
    but try.

    What to do?
    Sue?
    Go to the Loo?
    What?
    Put on more green?
    Get more lean?
    Be more mean?
    What?
    You know me so well my darling #69,
    so give me some space my woman in red,
    and let me ask why Brian caused this dread.
    Why?
    Grabs you and hugs you to death
    because life is too short to to miss an opportunity to tell someone special they're absolutely loved.

    I love you baby. Thanks for the many, many laughs. You're a gem. I know I will never win, but I got to say exactly what I wanted. I love you.

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  12. Why am I here?
    Tell me my dear.
    You know me so well,
    Oh what the hell,
    You know I can't spell,
    but try.

    What to do?
    Sue?
    Go to the Loo?
    What?
    Put on more green?
    Get more lean?
    Be more mean?
    What?
    You know me so well my darling #69,
    so give me some space my woman in red,
    and let me ask why Brian caused this dread.
    Why?
    Grabs you and hugs you to death
    because life is too short to to miss an opportunity to tell someone special they're absolutely loved.

    I love you baby. Thanks for the many, many laughs. You're a gem. I know I will never win, but I got to say exactly what I wanted. I love you.

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  13. WHAT A BLAST!!!!!

    YOU GUYS ARE JUST TOOOO COOOOOL!!!

    I'M OFF TO GET SOME MORE PRIZES!

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  14. Waits for prize. Please don't spend more than 25 cents on mine. "Hi Brian!" CSI's waiting too. "Hi Peter!" Peter's waiting too. "Hi Cece!" Good Lord this is getting stupid. Cece's waiting too. Oh good Lord. "Hi Leah!" Leah's waiting too. Bob's here? Oh good Lord. "Hi Bob!"

    "Okay, so when you givin' out the cheap crap?" *Hands extended waiting for much anticipated plastic trinket.* "Hip, hip hurray...my favorit day, gift day!!!"

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  15. the thirtieth, you impatient little leprechaun !!!

    and it's not plastic

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  16. Hey, I just fed your kids. Cut me some slack. Oh, and Einstein, you spelled thirteen wrong. Am I supposed to think for you now too? Adjusts cereal box.

    Wow, no plastic? You goin' green girl? Adjusts dress. Oh and just so you know #69, Brian just made reference to chocolate on your last post. So what? He's #69 too. You two are freakin' me out. Peter, sweetie, darlin', honey, you know the truth. Who's #69?

    XO

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  17. Kylie likes coffee and chocolates that are fine
    she loves to write the anonymous line
    she wants to be the critic of foods
    the picture of her shoulders look like boobs
    being an aussie is she down under on sixty nine

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  18. sometimes she cracks like a whip, on her blog she said id like a quip. write it all down, ive just been to town, i'll send you some gifts as long as it riffs and this was the blogger named kylie...


    *snaps fingers and lights cigarette in holder*

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