It’s been yonks since I did a Crazy Rhymey Challenge, so as I was feeling a tad rhymish I asked the lovely folk of Twitterland for some words, and here’s what I got:
@mooseandmouse: nocturnal, equinox, centenary
@yorkshire_chris: brewery, limerick, snort
@shaggydogyarns: Lancaster bomber
And here’s the rather whiffy resulting rhyme… You can also listen to me reading it here… if you dare!
Kristoph the Rhyming Mule
Kristoph was a rhyming mule
Renowned both far and wide,
He travelled all around the world
His badger by his side.
‘Twas one Autumnal equinox
Our story doth take place,
And Kristoph stood against a tree
A frown upon his face.
“Why so glum?” the badger asked
“It makes you look quite funny!”
And Kristoph sighed and sadly said
“I’ve got a poorly tummy.”
“I have to write a limerick
But rhymes they just won’t come;
I think it’s cos something I ate
Has quite upset my tum.”
The badger said “I’d help you out
If only it were vernal;
But as it stands, this time of year
I’m feeling too nocturnal.”
Poor Kristoph shed a poet’s tear
And shook his muley head,
The badger yawned and curled up tight
“I’ll have a snooze,” he said.
The rhyming mule paced back and forth
Around the shaded glade,
He had to write this limerick
Or he would not get paid.
Desperately he tried to rhyme
As daylight slowly dimmed,
And in his stressed and sorry state
He passed a little wind.
The noise awoke the badger
Who had thought he was a goner –
“I thought that I was being buzzed
By a Lancaster bomber!”
A passing farmer stopped and yelled
“Oi! Stop all this tomfoolery!
That smell’s a million times worse
Than a badger in a brewery!”
Kristoph hung his head in shame
And badger gave a snort
He glared hard at the farmer
And said “I’ll see YOU in court.”
The rhyming mule said “Badger,
He’s not trying to torment us,
You must admit the smell I made
Is really quite jumentous.”
The farmer held his nose
And said “Hang on, I know your face!
You’re that rhyming mule –
What brings you in to this place?”
“I’m trying to write a limerick,
But not having much luck –
It’s for the town’s centenary
But I’m completely stuck.”
He looked up at the farmer
And he did a double take,
“Hang on,’ he said “But isn’t your name
Rural Rhyming Jake?”
The farmer doffed his cap and said
“Yes, at your service mule!
What say you that we split the fee
And make this project dual?”
Kristoph gave a happy cheer
“You turned up just in time!”
And mule and farmer sat down
And they soon began to rhyme.
So all in all things turned out well
They penned a work of art;
But Kristoph never found out
What he’d et to make him fart.
Thank you to those if you that sent in words! You can hear me reading more of my rhymes over on SoundCloud.