Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
KNIT
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word BREAD in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Be still as I speak of the dead,
Relations who’ve trod where we tread.
Each one, whilst at school
Accepted one rule:
Don’t ever spread marge on your bread!
She remarked ‘I love all sorts of bread-
Both crusty or soft types’ she said
‘With brown or white flour
And dough that is sour,’
‘But marmite? I’d rather be dead!’
There once was a man from Malay
Who ate only bread every day
No jelly nor jam
No beef nor ham
Caused him to waste away.
There once was a girl who loved bread
Yet not loving back was her dread
Once past her lips
It settled on her hips
So no bread was her goal instead!
Ritu:
How do you toast your bread?
Charred? Cremated? Dead?
Or light golden brown
With a buttery gown
That makes you feel rather well fed?
Next door neighbours, Peggy and Fred,
Loved all things twixt butter and bread
A large glass of gin
Would often begin
A feast with smoked ham and cheese spread!
Bony Tony told me to use my loaf,
And he must have thought me to be such an oaf,
When, instead of my head
I used a big chunk of bread
To solve his puzzle with the speed of a sloth.
And here’s Ruth Scribbles with another one for last week’s FATE challenge:
I never believed it was fate
That caused me to always be late
I put on my watch
And drank some scotch
“Oh darn! I’m late for my date!”
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Esther Chilton 
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