Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
GREEN
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word BORE in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
The water is coming too fast,
My next breath could well be my last.
The damned Severn Bore
Will drown me before
I can check if the level’s been passed.
Have you ever met such a bore
That his life didn’t warrant an explore?
Well, I did once
And the dude was a dunce
He spent most of his time on the floor!
Having to cook is a real big chore
Especially when the ingredients are poor
No sugar or spice
Nothing else nice
The resultant meals are an awful bore!
Tired of living with such a bore
I’m tempted to walk out the door
His constant ennui
Has driven me
Into the arms of another amour.
Belinda Blande was an Olympic Class bore
Whose monotone chatter made Norman’s head sore.
Even in bed, with all limbs gyrating
Her passionate cries, he found enervating.
So he covered his head and pretended to snore.
She once was a terrible bore
Her talks made me just want to snore
I donned my earplugs
And then with a shrug
She talked ‘til she dropped to the floor.
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Esther Chilton 
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