Happy Monday! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge to start your week.
Your new word is:
LATE
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word CELL in it somewhere. You produced some entertaining limericks:
The prisoner tripped and he fell
Down the steps on the way to his cell.
Look at it some more,
There’s only one floor!
That’s one more new level of hell!
A mitochondria in a small cell
Went dizzy and started a spell
Of making new flavours
Of chocolate favours
And created a sweet you could sell.
Do not drive while looking at your cell
The results could turn out not well
You might change lanes
Or slip slide in the rains
Or worse, crash and feel you’re in hell!
“To sea!” cried the sailor, “To sail!”
But his mate (who didn’t hear well);
Thought the cap’t, leaf-turned,
Meant admittance, well-earned;
– As, through jail cell, he kept tryin’ to yell!
A fraudulent trader called Del
Forged share certificates to sell.
But the Stock Exchange got wise
To his blatant deceit and lies,
So now he’s banged up in a cell.
My best friend’s called Mello-Elo.
She eats ice cream with yellow Jell-O.
If you’re feeling ill
Or just want to chill,
She’ll play you a tune on her mellow cello.
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Esther Chilton 
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