Drink a pint with Farage, he’s your mate
Who says Brexit will make Britain great.
He’s retiring, job done,
And the prize that he’s won
Will be bendy bananas, not straight.
This limerick was written for my weekly photo prompt. Every Monday I share a photo which I like, and taking it as a starting point, I’ll endeavour to come up with a piece of creative writing. This might be a 100 word story, a poem, haiku, limerick or longer piece – I’m not setting any rules apart from committing to a regular writing challenge to exercise my brain. If you like the image I’ve shared, please feel free to use it as a prompt for your own work, give me a pingback and I promise to read and give my feedback.
I normally use my own photos, but for the last couple of weeks the pantomime which our political classes are acting out has had me so enthralled that I’m taking them as my inspiration. Last week Boris, this week Nigel – perhaps for next week, in the interests of fairness, I should start drafting out a tale of a tragic power struggle featuring Jeremy Corbyn and the Parliamentary Labour Party. JC as King Lear? The PLP as Brutus? Could anything I write be more bananas than what is actually happening?