Hello, everyone. Let’s all have a great week!
Your new limerick challenge is:
GUILT
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word SANDALS in it somewhere. You produced some fantastic limericks:
I need to be really discreet
When skipping alone in the street
A slight hint of scandals
Whilst wearing my sandals
Is incredibly bad for my feet.
Dr Foster stepped in a puddle
So deep it went up to his middle!
His sandals got wet
And shoes he did get
To replace his footwear, what a muddle!
The centurion was quite irate
With a small problem full of hate
Nothing he couldn’t handle
Just a bur in his sandal
The kind that makes you show up late.
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Brian, the prophet new
Gave us the sign of his shoe!
His sandal found
On the ground
I’m following him, how about you?
In one of the worst marriage scandals
Terry boasted about June’s love handles.
In a fit of disgust
June said, ‘Never trust
A man who wears socks with his sandals.’
Taking a walk on the beach,
The ocean was just within reach.
I just hadn’t thought,
That the sand was so hot,
I need sandals I loudly beseech!
There was a long insect called Millie,
Whose shoe bills were totally silly.
One sandal per foot,
To say nothing of boots.
Miss Pede’s socks were pretty and frilly.
He tends to shop in Saville Row,
To be trendy and always in vogue.
But sandals and socks,
How everyone mocks.
They conclude he’s a fashion rogue.
Linking People 2003:
In a town where the beaches expand, alls
Sunbathers lay with their toes in the sand, alls
Adorned in bright sandals,
Like sun-kissed vandals,
Building castles, in a summer land scrawl.
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In spirituality and sandals, both hand-in-hand,
Barefoot they tread, across the sacred land.
Rishi Sunak and Akshata Murthy embrace,
Math’s solace in their peaceful space,
Serene comforts, sans sandals in the sand.
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Esther Chilton 
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