Happy Monday! I hope you all had a good weekend.
Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
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Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word SNEEZE in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Bob swears he’s allergic to rose
They make him itch from his hair to his toes
The sight makes him wheeze
The word brings a sneeze
So his wife expects none of those.
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Back to the thirteen fifties
To report on a dreaded disease
The life blood was cut
From his time-traveling butt
When he let out an unfortunate sneeze.
I crawled to the desk on my knees
And issued a thunderous sneeze.
Immobile with dread
I falteringly said,
“Can I please have a packet of these?”
He thought it a terrific wheeze
To induce, in his brother, a sneeze.
The ensuing propulsion
Of snot-bogey emulsion
Left them glued right up to their knees.
Nelly, my elephant, sniffed the air
And up her trunk sucked a prick-ell-y pear.
I felt the strong breeze
From her HUMUNGOUS sneeze,
As it blew off my hat and ruffled my hair.
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Esther Chilton 
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