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Drink to me only with eyen thighs! Jack Horne crosses the Pond to enter our contest!
Feb
(our Captain Jack is a rather sworded fellow)
Ahhh! my liberty-taking Literati!
There are very few rules to our contest A Dozen Roses from a Single Thorn: A Valentine’s Day Love Story. But one of the requirements is that you use the words “but it was only a rumor” Or, in the case of the Brits, “rumour.”
Jack Horne joins us again from Derek’s side of the Pond, lamenting Valentine’s Day but apparently having found the appropriate solution! If you find the solution to what ales you, enter our contest before the inspiration becomes a little too much to sparrow–oops!–swallow!
http://www.awordwithyoupress.com/?s=roses+and+chocolates&submit.x=6&submit.y=6
Here is the untitled limerick he sent us:
No candlelit dinner or date,
Romance, I’m afraid, has to wait,
But in spite of it all,
I am having a ball:
I’ll have a few beers with a mate.*
* just some silliness, after crying in my beer, and realizing that life aint really so bad being single again
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And here is a drink–oops!–link to Jack’s blogpost
http://jmhorneghosthunt.
Well, o, my…while the Mrs. is away the warm beer hubby must play. Why you yanks drink your beer cold when life is full of merriment worthy of a highway thief of hearts along the road of life dotted by pubs and pretty barmaids is simply beyond my comprehension. I raise me black and tan to you Mr. Horny…I mean Horne for I am but the Tart Parisianne, Vicar Jack. Do you think the upstart colonists understood my remarks? Hardly, you say! Kisses to the Mrs. Well, tah tah.
Tarts & Vicars
Candy looks Dandy but Vicar is Qvuicker
Bucket and pail Mrs. Duckett of Betty Boo.
The story of love is not complicated. Its the simple human connection, as bluntly and as humanly as you have described. You Live , you love, you lost, you found, you mourn, you find a good cold beer, tell stories to your best friend, make them up if you must. You laugh, you cry…and if chance has it…You love again!
Hey Jackie-o. Hope you don’t mind me calling you that. It’s the name of one of my favorite characters who will not leave me alone. Bless his Captain’s heart. I own a dust covered collection of limericks, must weight two tons. Anyone of those pages I could slip yours into as seamless as all the others. Listen brother, if she’s really gone, I will cry along with you, and look towards a brighter horizon. One of the rules of being humans with hearts is we ain’t a oneway street…the beat goes on.
Thorn: The nail gun toten bottle opener’s hands look suspicious, but the best is the pizza.
I also liked the one with the pie opener
Now now, cryin’ in your beer will never do. Put those running shoes on and go find her…you might even win some roses to give her…chin up and enjoy the gift of the chase
What talent…. You are a master of the limerick! I loved your entry!