I hope you all had a good weekend. Here’s to a great week 😎
Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
GAME
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word BAND in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Poor Gerry could not understand
Why life ne’er turned out as he’d planned.
He soon realised;
The music he prized
Had been silenced – his fave band was banned.
A girl once played in a band
She strummed the guitar with her hand
She played really loud
Which appeased the large crowd
At the beach where it’s all full of sand!
We sang along with the boat band
A group of us making a stand
Singing old and new
And happy or blue
And none of the songs were bland!
That head-banded guy will amaze
As he plays his song, Purple Haze
From Experience to Band of Gypsies
He certainly wowed all the hippies
I’ll listen to Jimi to the end of my days!
Ode to the Sex Pistols
Music? I don’t understand
This career was not one that I’d planned
It was one night when drunk
When I listened to punk
That I decided to start up a band.
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Ode to Woodstock (gone wrong)
For reasons I don’t understand
The whole mission remained under-planned
So we got to this point
Where we stopped for a joint
Then arrived far too late for the band.
When Bill, Jim and I formed our band,
We thought we had everything planned;
But while our teeth and hair
Were beyond compare,
It was our music no one could stand.
Hans Solo’s best friend showed no fear.
Tall and hairy, wearing nowt but bandolier.
An ace pilot was he,
And much loved Wookiee;
Chewbacca celebrates with cosmic root beer.
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Esther Chilton 
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