I’m at Swanwick Writing Summer School for the week, where I’m teaching and also being inspired by some wonderful writers. I hope your week is as good as mine. Here’s to a productive week 😄
Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
SHORT
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word CHILD in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
A Sunday child is our Kate
In this Monday world, she’s always late
Tuesday is a fetter
Wednesday, Thursday aren’t much better
But when Friday comes, she’ll celebrate.
There once was a man with a curse
He’d been stuffed in her purse
He screamed, “Let me out!”
She said, “No, you clout!
Because when I do it’ll be worse!”
The child liked to paint flowers
She would colour them for hours
But once she used blue
Or, maybe another hue
And daubed paint on all of ours!
Bony Tony’s child was cursed;
Kidnapped, aged seven, by Wicked Nurse.
At last, he escaped,
With a magical jape,
Entrancing Nurse with his cleverest verse.
After the car and cat, we went wild,
And decided it was time to have a child.
But when a teenage zoo
Followed years of poo,
We wished the concept, first, we’d trialled.
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After 60 years being meek and mild
I decided to embrace my inner child;
But after months of being gobby
My mates, all rather snobby
Have me as ‘former friend’ now filed.
There once was a child I’ll call Bob,
Who everyone said was a slob,
I know children are scruffy,
And occasionally stuffy,
But I think cute is their job!
I once knew a child of nine,
I told him he wasn’t mine.
He laughed in my face,
He said he was saved from disgrace,
As I looked more like Frankenstein.
She was such a beautiful child
She’d light up the room when she smiled
When it came to the guys
With her baby blue eyes
She had each and every one beguiled.
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Esther Chilton 
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