Thirty One

It's New Years Eve! I like New Year's Eve because I usually have a really nice time. I've never been one for going out and drinking a lot or trying to fight my way through London to watch some fireworks because, well, I could go out drinking any day of the week if I wanted (and for a lot less than I imagine it costs to do it on New Years Eve...) and I know what fireworks look like so I have no real urge to see them while I'm being crushed by thousands of people.

My New Year's Eves usually involve eating nice food and then playing games. Sometimes that's with a big group of family friends, and sometimes it's just extended family or, like this year, it could just be me, my parents and my sister. We didn't have a very good Christmas this year so I'm quite excited about the prospect of us all sitting around in front of the TV with a board game and one of those Marks and Spencer "Party in for £10" deals. My family are very funny people - it will be good.

I hope whatever everyone else is doing tonight you all have a good time. And I hope that while you're doing whatever you're doing, you will still be admiring me for getting the word "enamoured" into a limerick. I know I will be.

Have fun!




My New Year's Eve's usually great.
But I know some might find it sedate.
I'm not really enamoured
Of going out getting hammered
When I could sit and play Articulate.




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Thirty

I spent the entire morning shopping. I think the combination of a lack of food/caffeine after waking up, and a scary number of women who get surprisingly nimble when they spot a bargain could have been what caused me to hate everyone and everything in the entire shopping centre. I'm alright now because I got a nice coat, so with the benefit of hindsight it was probably worth it. Unfortunately, I didn't have the option of hindsight while I was there. I was just angry.

I should also point out the the 'Kurt' mentioned in the poem is Kurt Geiger, because obviously I am in the habit of referring to designers by their first name. And also (mainly) because, well, have you ever tried to rhyme the word 'Geiger' with something??




A shop is a horrible place
When everyone joins in the race
For last season's shirt
Or cheap shoes made by Kurt.
One day I'll rip off someone's face.




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Twenty Nine

I'm really tired today. I don't know why. What it makes this tiredness extremely galling is that last night I went to bed vey early and listened to an audiobook efore I went to sleep. I never do that. I feel particularly hard done by that I'm tired even after taking a serious hit to my generally-quite-precarious-anyway coolness by reconstructing 'bedtime story' conditions. What exactly is the point of them if they're not going to help you sleep?

So anyway, I'm tired. Almost too tired to be able to come up with three words that end in 'illy' without being childish. I tried too. For almost a minute...




I'm so tired it's just really silly.
And I'm also a little bit chilly.
But I'm sorry, It's tough,
I'm not grown up enough
Not to finish this with the word 'willy'




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Twenty Eight

This is absolutely being written on the 28th of December. Of course it is! How dare you accuse me of missing a day like that? Just, er... don't check the date OK?

I had to go to wikihow again today (and by 'today' I mean Tuesday, which this obviously is, no problems here...) due to severe lack of any ideas so this limerck is all about how to survive high school. It may help to read it in a whiny American accent because that's what I was doing when I wrote it...



High School's a pretty rough stage
'Cos you're at such an awkward 'teen' age.
Justchill out, Go to class,
Don't act like an ass,
It's just a couple of years in this cage.




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Twenty Seven

I have to be very quick again as I'm about to miss Cranford and it's obviously essential viewing for a hard and fast living 20 year old such as myself...

I got a keyboard for Christmas. I have summed up my efforts so far:



Playing the keyboard is hard.
My efforts have so far been marred
By the fact that one song
Could be twelve minutes long
Since I play like the keys have been tarred.

Twenty Six

Ugh. Boxing Day. I actually like Boxing day because usually it means that you get to sit and wach TV all day and play with your presents (a keyboard, thanks for asking...) which I firmly intend to do. Unfortunately it'll have to wait until after I get home from work. People do enjoy a panto on Boxing Day and apparently that requires staff. Still, I love my job, but at the back of my mind all day there will be whatever crappy afternoon film I could hve been collapsed in front of. For the five minutes it took to write this limerick, I convinced myself I was actually going to get to watch the bad Christmas TV. I'm such an idealist, I really am...




I confess that I've gone a bit flat.
And I can't move from where I first sat.
But there's lots on TV
So I can't really see
What's so wrong with any of that.




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Twenty Five

I warn you now, this may all sound nerdy.


Yesterday, like probably most of the nation, I watched Doctor Who. I love Doctor Who, and I always have. One could almost call me a geek. However, takng into a accont the fact that my name is Nicola MASTERS, I found it slightly insulting that it is apparently a terrible fate to have a world dominated by Masters. Naturally, I decided to state my side of the argument. And of course, I did it in a limerick:




A world full of Masters sounds great!
There's a lot there to appreciate.
If you think about me
I'm sure you'll agree
It's really not that bad a fate...




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