Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
BEER
Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was PURSE.
Please don’t ever ask me for money
Unless you’ve a reason that’s funny
Releasing hard cash
Seems somehow slapdash
Except for the famed Easter Bunny.
There once was a girl with an old purse
Who was seeking advice from a nurse
“Get a new smaller one,” she said
Or a bad back you will dread
And you don’t ever want that said curse!
Paul Mastaglio:
You spit and curse
When there’s no money in your purse
But that’s OK
When you shop today
Use your card and don’t be terse.
Leella was working under a curse
So she dressed up as a hospital nurse
She found Wizard Ted
And cut off his head
Then carried it home in her purse.
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A purse is a useful bag
Carried by princess and poor hag
You can bring your whole life
Without much strife
But too much and your arm will sag.
Sarian Lady:
If ever I needed to curse
It’s when I’ve forgotten my purse.
I arrive at the shops
And spend lots and lots.
Then find I have to diverse.
“Stay back, now!” said Wendel the witch.
She wanted to scratch at an itch
To cast a new curse
On everyone’s verse
So writers could fill just one niche.
I used to live out of my purse
Large ones I chose, not like small haiku verse
They held ALL my makeup, two or three books
Graduated to tote bags (family hid scornful looks)
Now pockets suffice…I feel lighter, not averse.
This dang growing old is such a curse
Can’t remember where I set my purse
So much to think about
Stop, you don’t need to shout
You act like I’m ready for a hearse.
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What used to be so easy to do
It’s not what it was tying my shoe
My toes are where they were
Balance makes me unsure
But you act like I don’t have a clue.
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This dang growing old is such a curse
Can’t remember where I set my purse
So much to think about
Stop, you don’t need to shout
You act like I’m ready for a hearse.
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Oh dear, what are you glaring at now
You look like you’ve swallowed a dang cow
Oops I forget my teeth
I need glue underneath
I needed more time than you allow.
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This dang growing old is such a curse
Can’t remember where I set my purse
So much to think about
Stop, you don’t need to shout
You act like I’m ready for a hearse.
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Esther Chilton 
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