Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
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Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt was POUT:
You see, my mum said with a pout,
You’ve no idea what life’s about
You run through the town
With your skirt upside-down
And your knickers are on inside-out!
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To answer your lingering doubt,
My brother said, frying his trout.
When we get some rain
I’ll go fishing again,
And that’s what this drought pout’s about!
I said with a great big pout
You know my greatest doubt
About going to sea
Is how the waves will be
If the water gets into the boat!
I’m going to pout and scratch my head
For all thoughts of limericks are dead
No rhyme today
I’ve got nothing to say
Perhaps I’ll go back to bed.
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Ah, those rhythms came out wrong!
Like some demented children’s song!
I think I’ll shout
Then sit and pout
And fret and stew all day long.
Paul Mastaglio:
About this theme, I know nowt,
My face said with a pout,
So I put down my pen,
Returned to my den,
And refused to come out.
My studies have me filled with doubt
They’re causing me to now pout
But practice makes you better
So, now I’ll type a letter
And, with confidence send it on out!
Will you just eat the dang sauerkraut
You’re hurting her feelings with your pout
I can’t do it, Momma
Cease with the damn drama
I gagged … out it all spewed in one spout.
Ritu:
She turned and posed with a pout
Of her beauty, she had no doubt
Lips inflated
Bust elevated
But to me, she just looked like a trout!
We’re never too old to pout
Too mature, saintly? Rule them out
Overwhelmed, we become toddlers
Needing kind mollycoddlers
And sweet treats a-plenty, no doubt!
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Esther Chilton 
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