Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
MEAN
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word FLOOR in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Floor should be swept, someone said,
Look at all those crumbs of bread.
Oh, give it a rest
Or beat on your chest
Remind me again when I’m dead!
My head was pounding and to my dismay
I woke up on the floor today
Wasn’t sure where
Last night’s a blur
A pint or two too many, I’d say.
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Little Amy started to cry
Milk on the floor, she thought she’d die
“Lift up your head,”
Mother said,
“And dry that teary eye.”
I once found myself on the floor
I couldn’t just crawl to the door
with a loud shout for help
that was more like a yelp
I conked out and started to snore.
The floor of Parliament is a brutal place.
MPs can speak with very ill grace.
They vote for new laws
With only a pause
To draw breath in that awful space.
First onto the floor and last to leave,
Bony Tony could certainly duck and weave.
His son, young Lance,
Also loved to dance.
They’d carve great moves like you wouldn’t believe.
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Esther Chilton 
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