Happy Monday, everyone! I hope you had a great weekend and this week is a good one.
Your new limerick challenge is:
GRAVE
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word YAWN in it somewhere. You produced some fantastic limericks:
Jim and I shared a few beers.
I asked what he thought of his peers.
“I will not be drawn,”
He replied with a yawn,
“Their bickering bores me to tears.”
There once was a child named Jim
Who felt they were a “her” rather than “him”
Mom’s yawn hit their core
But she’d heard it before
Jim had been born as Kim.
I woke with a great big yawn
As I got up this September morn.
I had to sleep on the sofa
With a great deal of woe for
“Can’t get upstairs yet,” I’ve sworn!
“I’m bored,” said Bobby with a yawn
Whose Mom worked from dusk to dawn
“Don’t tell me that,”
She practically spat,
“Or I’ll make you go work on the lawn!”
Janice Smith used every sort of yawn
As a subtle way to warn
That if Harry said, “I’ll cook out,”
You should be upon the lookout
For stale buns and burgers made from quorn.
My agent has set me a deadline,
I’m writing from dusk until dawn.
He feels that my book is all rubbish,
It’s boring, too awful to publish.
Oh dear, he’s now started to yawn.
Bony Tony set an elephant trap.
He hid it well with all sorts of crap.
It’s placing forgotten,
For his mind was rotten,
He fell down deep into his own yawning gap.
Awake till early hours of the morning
It’s no wonder I can’t stop yawning
I hope tonight
I can sleep tight
Right through until next day is dawning.
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Esther Chilton 
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