Happy Monday, everyone! I hope you had a great weekend and this week is a good one.
Your new limerick challenge is:
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Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word GRAVE in it somewhere. You produced some excellent limericks:
“Grave news,” said my manservant, Bob
“Roberto has got a new job.”
“Away then,” I cried,
“Very good, sir,” he sighed,
Expecting a smack in the gob!
There was a grave lass named Sue
Who was part of a dismal crew
No laughs or smiles
Only frowns and trials
An early grave is in her view.
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At Halloween we had a scare
Ghouls and spirits and things we fear
Graves wide open
There’s no more hopin’
Spooks are in the air.
The story is really quite grave
They were washed out to sea on a wave
Then a whale came along
And gave them a song
Plus a ride back to shore them it gave.
As the bandit leapt from the grave
Stealing nothing but what he could save
The cops were there
Said, “Hand over the ware,”
Putting an end to the robber’s crime wave.
We work and we scrimp and we save
We behave how we’re s’posed to behave
Obedient fools
We just follow the rules
Then politely march off to the grave.
When Bob Death revealed his grave
Including an ornate architrave,
There was some conjecture
Whether this architecture
Was simply mad or very brave.
The boys agreed to be brave
And set up the gym for a rave.
This reading and writing
Is not so exciting.
But the Head overheard and looked grave.
With a tinkling of bones he arose
From his grave, but minus his toes.
Danse Macabre was heard,
But it sounded absurd.
Bony Tony was missing some tones.
The look on his face was grave,
A decision on whether to cave.
But with a silly old grin,
And a wipe of his chin,
The button he pushed was save!
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Esther Chilton 
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