Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
PET
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word STORE in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Stores of words held together with Bostik
Telling tales of the past or prognostic.
Only look in my eye,
Remind me of why
Every cue needs to be an acrostic.
I find so much to implore
When I venture into the store
What’s the real reason
To celebrate early the season
Why, only to get you to buy more!
I find going out to the store
Is really a very big bore
I’d rather go walking
Round the lanes of Dorking
Than spend hours on a shop floor!
Bob had a yacht and used to gloat
But now his rig will no longer float
He’ll keep his pride
Even though it died
So he now wants to store his boat.
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Bob had to keep his family fed
He’d go to the store to buy them bread
But once there
He bought beer
Now his wife wants his head.
Whenever I go to the store,
Whenever I do any chore;
Whenever I start,
Whenever I chart
My mind can’t recall any … what was I doing?
If I’d known what to expect before
I acquired my mother-in-law
I’d have kept all the packing
The ribbons and wrapping
And returned her, complete, to the store.
I went to the store, what a bore
Ten aisles from ceiling to floor
Tis the season they say
Money’s the reason, so pay
I left the store angry and swore.
Daydreaming in a department store
I walked straight into a plate glass door
A frightening feeling
That had me reeling
I collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Bony Tony’s Dad owned a store
In Storrington near to England’s shore.
He stocked peas and cheese,
Had knobbly knees,
Yet Tony always wanted more.
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Esther Chilton 
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