Happy Monday! I hope you all had a good weekend. As most of you will know, I’m recovering from an operation so I’ve scheduled the next couple of challenges. I’ll publish all your lovely limericks soon.
Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
FISH
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I truly had only one wish
As I sat there and looked at my dish
I smiled to my brother
Then yelled at my mother
“I don’t even like bloody fish!”
On my plate a whole fish, tail to head,
Relaxed on a slice of brown bread
Its teeth it was bearing
Its eyes they were staring
I’m not even sure it was dead!
Take it easy and recover well, Esther.
There once was a fish named Fruit Tree
She swam ‘round her bowl full of glee
She started to float
And then turned to bloat
They stuffed her and then drank some tea
East Anglians can’t get more remoter
Than the place where their food’s caught by boaters.
They smoke their fresh fish
And it’s really dee-lish.
You should try that Great Yarmouth bloater!
Seaman Fred would swing the lead.
Bosun’s face would turn beetroot red.
“If you don’t work hard,
You’ll swing from the yard,
Then your body to the fish will be fed!”
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Esther Chilton 
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