Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
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Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word LEAD in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Among the strange things I’ve heard said
Is that lead rhymes with bleed and not bled.
But led is to lead
As pled is to plead;
And pencils use graphite, not lead.
Bobby stole the money and fled
The guys reacted like made of lead
I took the lead
Knew I’d succeed
Found Bobby hiding under his bed.
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Though Bobby had an hour’s lead
I knew he’d stop to feed
As he fed
I wrote in pencil lead
“I know you did the deed!”
I once was in need of a steed
For a race I knew I could lead
I did take first place
Though they gave a good chase
It was my day to succeed!
There once was a man full of mead
Who ran down the lane at full speed
He fell on the ground
Having lost the first round
He knew he could not take the lead.
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He stood up in court, “Sir I plead…”
“Not so fast,” said the judge who was peeved
He quickly sat down
The lawyer wore a frown
The judge took the lead “read the screed.”
I don’t know where this plan will lead
I’m finding out just what I need
To add some flowers
To make great bowers
And sprinkle my garden path with seed.
Once came a man known as Fred
On foot, with no hat on his head.
“Off ran my steed;
“Off ran her lead;
“I’m hoofing it, free-range, instead.”
Leading Seaman Fred would swing the lead.
Bosun Ted’s face would turn beetroot red.
“If you don’t work hard,
You’ll swing from the yard,
Then your body to the fish in the Med will be fed!”
PS I hope Fred heeds his leader’s warning. If not, he’ll end up dead.
Running at very top speed
I forced my way into the lead
I had just surged ahead
When my feet felt like lead
(so) In the race I could no longer proceed.
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Esther Chilton 
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