Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
BOIL
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word LEAD in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
I think that we all are agreed,
I’ll follow wherever you lead
We could wind up dead
From petrol with lead
So stick to your velocipede!
As the crowd was watching the race
Someone screamed, “That man, he’s got mace”
He ran for a spell
Lead feet don’t do well
He didn’t have mace he had lace.
I once had a horse on a lead
Walking him out in the weed
He then stomped some dust
“Back to the stall or bust!”
I said, for it was time to feed.
The choirmaster said take the lead,
You sing well and that’s what we need.
So I sang like a lark
With a very bad bark!
I’m out of the choir for that deed!
Bob’s advice was hard to swallow
His words rang awfully hollow
Show the way
I must say
Lead and I shall follow.
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The words were a big fight
I’d erase and then rewrite
The paper bled
Pencil lead
And still the prose was quite trite.
Bony Tony had lead in his pencil.
He could write a story without need of a stencil.
With language quite glossy
And often right saucy,
His hot tales were deeply sensual.
Life’s a race, and I’m far from the lead
Left behind in my hour of need
My spirit is breakin’
I’m feeling forsaken
I’m determined. But lacking in speed.
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Laying here holding my head
My legs are so heavy – feel like lead
My heart it is thumping
In it’s last go at pumping
I’m alive, but I wish I was dead.
I trust in the Lord to lead the way
In everything that I do and say
When it comes to lust
I do what I must
Just have a cold shower and pray.
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Esther Chilton 
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