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 BOIL in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Popeye’s special friend, Olive Oyl,
Developed a massive great boil
Like one of her toes
Had grown from her nose;
It even made Bluto recoil!
Oh BOIL, oh BOIL, oh BOIL
He’s angry and like a gargoyle
He sits there and fumes
Without eating his legumes
He’d rather they rot and just spoil.
There once was a man with a boil
Caused by hours of toil
He lanced the darn thing
Which caused such a sting!
Then, on his pillows he did coil!
I put three eggs on to boil
And with heat the water did roil
Two slices of toast
Best butter to boast
But napkins made out of tin foil?!
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My finger had a huge great boil
From gardening, caused by the soil
I started to weep
As it began to seep
To heal it? That was a long toil!
Our recession menu is a fright
Boiled cabbage, every night!
Nary a sweet
Nor any meat
A forced diet when money is tight.
“Lance that boil!” the doctor said.
Responded I, “Go boil your head!”
“T’won’t hurt,” lied she,
As she stabbed with glee.
It made me cry! My tears were shed.
Trainee nurse Christopher Tick
Was as mustard keen as he was thick.
When told to prick Colin Doyle’s
Large and aggressive buttock boil,
He, instead, heated water and boiled his…
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Esther Chilton 
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