Happy Monday! Here’s to a great week.
Your new limerick challenge is:
PAST
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word DINNER in it somewhere. You produced some laugh-out-loud limericks:
Dinnae gimme corned beef fer dinner.
Ah willnae eat it, so ah might get thinner.
The same goes for custard,
But I DO like mustard,
And haggis, fer me, is aw-ways a winner.
I once went for a meal in Pinner
It was going to be lunch not dinner
But it got really late
And by an act of fate
Afternoon tea at 8 was a winner!
Our friend had us over for dinner
Our opinion was it was a winner!
She was so sweet
To give us that treat
Yet it sure won’t help me get thinner!
It was fair, thought Sally Skinner,
To be told, ‘You must get thinner.’
But, as a diabetic,
She knew it was pathetic,
If she didn’t act and bin her dinner.
He said to me, “Son, you’re a sinner
But with my help, you could be a winner.
I’ll give it a bash
If you slip me some cash.”
I said, “Dad, I’m just here for my dinner!”
I won’t eat my dinner,
I need to get thinner.
Pies, cakes and gin,
Must go in the bin,
That way my waist will get trimmer.
What, really, is meant by the deal
To name eating-times as we feel?
We eat what we lack;
Whether full or a snack.
So, henceforth, tis merely a ‘meal.’
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Esther Chilton 
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