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 DATE. My apologies if yours doesn’t feature here. I have scheduled this post and your limerick may have been sent in after my surgery; if so I’ll be posting it when I’m feeling better.
I felt like a bit of a fool
As I stood by the side of the pool
Although I’m too poor
To buy Deglet Nour
Why on earth should I not eat Medjool?
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It’s sad, but I have to relate
When my wife asked me out on a date
I looked at my lunch,
My pants in a bunch
And said I’d too much on my plate.
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A man who was slightly more mellow,
A charming and affable fellow,
Got as far as line three.
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A man on his hols in Penzance
Thought, “I’m smart, maybe I’ll take a chance.
I know I’ll do more,”
And he got to line four.
Richmond Road’s in response to Keith’s:
Hey, Keith, I’m impressed with your verse
Is it art? Or is it a curse?
At first you did fine
But each subsequent line
Made your rhyme sound progressively worse.
And Keith’s response back:
Your comment doth please me, my friend
And I pray that your praise will not end.
Composing a rhyme
Doesn’t take too much time
But they’re minutes I’m glad to expend.
And two more from Richmond Road:
I remember when you couldn’t wait
For my call “can we go on a date?”
‘Cross the threshold I carried
You, after we’d married
And now, you’re invariably late.
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I’ve lost all regard for the date
It’s today, and tomorrow can wait
Don’t try to be clever
You can’t live forever
Just be happy before it’s too late.
I had an appointment with the doc
So I decided to wear a pink frock
Then I thought it’s no date
And I got there real late
Wearing a jumper and only one sock!
Paul Mastaglio:
Her name was Kate
And she was very late
So I checked my phone
To see why I was still alone
Only to find I had the wrong date.
My hubby and I never dated
‘Twas fate for us to be related
It just took one dance
And little romance
For us to become so elated!
Ritu:
There’s one thing I really hate
When preparing for a romantic date
Depilate, or not?
Hairy legs are not hot
In case we decide to mate!
Did I tell you about our first date
Actually it’s a stroke of fate
The odds of us meeting
In person was fleeting
Online relationship to soulmate.
September’s calendar shows smudged date
Less-than-happy reminder I’ll be sixty-eight
I never planned to stay this long
Outlived my wardrobe and heart’s dreamy song
But maybe God’s best comes to those waiting late.
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Esther Chilton 
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