Laughing Along With A Limerick

Happy Monday! I hope you all had a good weekend.

Your new limerick challenge is as follows:

JUNK

Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word FACE in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:

Kim Smyth:

A girl once found her happy place
Until a gull shat on her face
Her kids thought it funny
It was so gross and runny
But the girl cried and felt such disgrace!

Ritu:

Let me tell you bout my mate, Jase
He was always the first in a race
Well, one day he was beat
Cos he tripled over his own feet.
Oh, man, you should have seen his face!

Trent’s World:

When he sighed and said “2B”
I tried to assist his geometry
But, quoting the Bard
It was too hard
So my help was “not to be”.

Keith Channing:

Does your face really show what you’re feeling
When in front of your puppy you’re kneeling?
Or could it be true
That what you see him do
Can be infinitely more appealing?

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

On Monday there will be a new face
On stamps and all over the place.
Charlie the King
Will surely bring
A different perspective in taste?

TanGental:

For all those running the human race
And remaining intent on upping their pace:
If you don’t stop bleating
That we’re not overheating,
History will judge you a total disgrace.

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19 responses to “Laughing Along With A Limerick”

  1. Half-awake, half-asleep on my bunk,
    I’m idly dreaming of junk.
    Not the stuff in the yard
    Though that wouldn’t be hard
    But the rubbish folk talk when they’re drunk.

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    1. How very true! 😂

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  2. An old man found lots of junk
    Inside a very big trunk
    So emptied it out
    And soon found a sprout
    At the bottom under a punk!

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    1. Great fun, Christine 😊

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      1. It was a toss up between monk or punk…

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  3. I had just qualified as a monk
    When a woman approached me, quite drunk
    And proceeded to say, that she would have her way
    I said “Nay! Get your hands off my junk”.

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    1. Sorry ….. there should be a line break after say. A rush job, as usual.

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      1. No problem 😊

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    2. Hilarious! Thanks you 😃

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  4. So, I’ve been distracted, but kept track of all the words I missed and incorporated them into one terrible limerick.

    SNEEZE

    QUOTE

    FACE

    JUNK

    I sneezed when she quoted her dad
    Her face was contorted and sad
    I said, “He’s a hunk!”
    She said , “That’s just junk!”
    We giggled and that made him mad

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    1. Ooh, I do like it when you write these 😁

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      1. Great!! 🌞😘

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  5. I see Richmond went in similar direction..

    Young Jimmy was in a foul funk
    When told to get rid of his junk.
    ‘It’s really quite rough
    To get rid of my stuff;
    I’ll have to become a monk.’

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    1. Really funny, Geoff. Thank you 😄

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  6. Bony Tony was a funky junkie.
    His son was a cheeky monkey.
    They shared jolly japes
    And saucy scrapes
    Until Tony’s junk-ee sunk-ee.

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    1. Bony Tony would love that!

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      1. He would.
        Glad you liked it too!

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