Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
TRUST
Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was SCARY.
Scary poems upset me in bed.
Can’t sleep fearing I’ll wake up dead
And if I spend time
Reading blood-curdling rhyme
You know it’ll fill me with dread.
It’s scary that an orange man
Could be running the world again
He has no compassion
But lies with a passion
Tomorrow we will see his plan.
To me, Halloween was not hairy
No candy, no goblins, no fairy,
I did try all night
Gave myself no such fright
Viewing movies supposedly scary!
So the world watches on feeling wary
Four more years is a prospect most scary
Wake up out of your bubble
This man’s nothing but trouble
His unhinged blatant lies never vary.
Paul Mastaglio:
There once was a lass called Mary
Who was a little bit scary
She’d hide behind a wall
And give you a call
Making your skin stand up all hairy.
She worked all-day in the dairy
And walked gracefully like a fairy
After a few pegs
I was counting legs
When she whirled back, her face was all hairy!
Already knew this man’s contrary
Going on a date may be scary
But being grounded helps
Better than taking scalps
Or hoping he’ll ask me to marry.
Being part troll, Jane was excessively hairy
Which sad to relate made her naturally scary.
She tried depilation
But to her consternation
She still looked more furball than fairy.
Sarian Lady:
I once had a friend called Mary
Who liked to dress up as a fairy
She loved to feed
on honey and mead
And became quite hairy and scary.
Sharon Tingle:
El Día De Los Muertos
Celebrated by Los Mexicanos
With altars of scary sugar skulls and bread
Homage is paid to those now dead
Scary fun fiestas para nosotros.
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Esther Chilton 
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