Happy new week. Only a week til Christmas!
Your new limerick challenge is:
EARTH
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word YOUNG in it somewhere. You produced some great limericks:
Skateboarding is a young man’s game
If you take it up late, yourself you can maim
Your ankles your knees
Or tangled in trees!
There’s so many ways to make yourself lame!
An adult boy once pierced his tongue
Then proclaimed how much it stung
He yelled a great deal
And man, he did squeal
The things that one does to stay young!!
Living can be a difficult art
You often wonder where to start
What I find
Is the need to be kind
And to always be young at heart.
When I was green and still quite young
I absorbed the thoughts of Freud and Jung.
But life’s become really vexing,
As finding love means: constant sexting,
Being cool and quite well hung…
–
There was a young man from Devizes
Who made condoms in various sizes
For those quite minute
Through those who liked cute
To those who are full of surprises.
You’re exactly as young as you feel!
Oh, how I do wish that were real.
Unless I’m mistaken,
Not one day can be shaken
Going round on time’s e’er spinning wheel.
Chris Page:
There was a young woman from Devon
Who thought a piercing would be heaven
So she called her friend Dick
Who, armed with a prick,
Gave her not one but seven.
–
A woman stood out as among
A crowd that all seemed so young
Although not so much local
She was ever so vocal
And swear words just rolled off her tongue.
There was a young man so easily led
Who posted on Tik Tok as his friends said.
Charged with breach of the peace
By the local police,
That’s the last he’ll dance naked – traffic-cone on his head!
It is over before it begun
Every song I could sing has been sung
One more moment of bliss
One last passionate kiss
Darling, oh how I miss being young.
There was an old man called Lord Young,
Whose favourite dish was ox tongue.
When he could no longer chew,
He had it minced up in stew,
So Lord Young can still munch on his tongue.
As I think of the days gone by,
When ideas rolled off my tongue.
To change the world,
My ideals unfurled.
Ah! but of course I was young.
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Esther Chilton 
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