Today’s task is to write a Limerick with the theme being, “Journey“.The traditional rhyming scheme of a limerick is a a b b a — the first two lines rhyme, then the next two, and the final verse rhymes with the first couplet. Here is my first, quick effort, I think there might be more as I think about it throughout the day.
Journey
We drove from here to there,
This ageing, greying pair
Towing a trailer
I’m a parking failure
So quick set-ups were rare.

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I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”
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brilliant.
Yes, this sounds like my family on camping trips.
Your comment made me smile. I remember one couple we saw recently, the wife stormed off because she had successfully guided her husband back into the allocated space, all he really had to do was switch off the engine but instead he listened to another man giving free advice. It took him umpteen forward and backward moves to realign himself, the free advisor abandonned him before he managed it.
Over time, my husband and I have developed a smooth communication system for parking at campsites, so no yelling or storming off. But it’s a different story when we try to park the trailer at home- my husband likes it lined up in a particular way that takes many tries. Fortunately, our teen aged son has taken over the directing. I don’t know what will happen when he leaves for college😄
My husband has decided the UHF radio is the way to go but when I’ m driving I prefer him to just point in the direction I need to go. Sometimes he gets that part right but has his hand so high I can only see up to his elbow. We don’t do the shout, bellow, storm off though, just the gritted teeth. 🙂