Limericks
Seagulls
Before they would flock to the ships
when trawlers returned from their trips.
But, now they don't bother,
just hang 'round the harbour,
it's easier, fishing for chips.
Nature
Old Cyril the Squirrel was worried.
With winter approaching he scurried
hither and yon
the whole day long
in search of the nuts he had buried.
Before they would flock to the ships
when trawlers returned from their trips.
But, now they don't bother,
just hang 'round the harbour,
it's easier, fishing for chips.
Nature
Old Cyril the Squirrel was worried.
With winter approaching he scurried
hither and yon
the whole day long
in search of the nuts he had buried.
This poem is copyright (©) Richard Jodah 2025

About the Writer
Richard Jodah
Richard Jodah lives in London
and has recently appeared in London Grip, Dreich, The Dawntreader, Snakeskin and The Caterpillar.