I hope you all had a good weekend. Here’s to a great week 😊
Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
STEAL
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word JUNK in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
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.”
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.
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!
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.”
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.
And Ruth Scribbles used the last four prompts (SNEEEZE, QUOTE, FACE and JUNK) in her limerick:
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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Esther Chilton 
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