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 FORK in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
I picked up some food on my fork.
Turned out it was pickle, not pork.
I showed it to Mike
And asked: What’m I like?
He replied: In a word, you’re a dork!
Oh my, so many do brood
Over just how to eat their food
A fork, spoon, or a knife
My goodness, such strife
Use fingers and simply be crude!
Young Harold -his mum called him ‘Will’-
Thought manners at table, unreal.
“I’ve a hand!” He impugned,
“Take this fork, take this spoon;”
“I only need one utensil!”
My friends, they all called me a dork
‘cause I didn’t know what was a fork
They took my butter knife
And threatened my life
Now this dork can eat with a fork.
There was a man from New York
Who thought he was a troll or an orc
No smile or greeting
To the people he’s meeting
He’d rather stab ’em with a fork.
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My path forked in the wood
And for a while there I stood
It should be straight
And now I’m late
The stupid map is no good!
At Wendy’s they gave me a spork
A combo of spoon and a fork
The salad wouldn’t stay
It never cut meat anyway
So they went back to the fork!
I decided to eat with my fork
A juicy big slice of pork
From a pig roast
Cooked by our host
While we chatted and had a good talk.
There was a grey parrot from Cork,
Whose talk sounded more like a SQUAWK!
But his manners were good,
Especially with food.
For his seedcake he’d use a small fork.
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Esther Chilton 
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