Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
WHIFF
Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was WIG.
I really do not give a fig
If you-know-who’s wearing a wig,
I really don’t care;
If he has no hair
I know his brain’s not very big.
His wig it blew off in the wind,
On the golf course at the Long Mynd
He chased it and caught it
But wished he’d not bought it
In anger it ended up binned.
Paul Mastaglio:
O’Reilly danced a merry old jig
In the hope he’d make it big
He didn’t care
That he had no hair
As long as he kept hold of his wig.
I once was in need of a wig
Which did not make me dance a jig
The hair cost a bunch
I could’ve lost my lunch
Luckily, my hubby didn’t give a fig!
At first she would only pout
But then she would totally wig out
For the kid was a brat
A complete unruly rat
And she had it with that lout.
Ben had a wig of long hair
He wore it and called himself ‘Cher’
He wasn’t trans
But gained some fans
When he first did it on a dare.
Ritu:
Old Pete, he loved to jig
But, in doing so, lost his wig
He didn’t care
Who knew about his hair
He didn’t give a fig!
Sharon Tingle:
I hid from myself in fear
Too afraid to look in the mirror that’s there.
Turning away, I put on the wig.
Then says my Honey with a heart so big:
“Chemo makes you more beautiful, my dear.”
Disguised, I walked from aisle to aisle
I wanted to get a Gucci style
Skillfully, I slipped it in my bag
Which I passed to my fellow scallywag.
“Nice wig,” she says with a knowing smile.
Into his ear crept a large earwig
And in the warm moistness did dig
Down his ear canal he poured oil
The earwig’s egg laying plans to foil
The creature died but he gave not a fig.
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Esther Chilton 
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