Happy new week! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge to kick-start your Monday.
Your new word is:
CHAIR
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word LATE in it somewhere. You produced some funny limericks:
To my funeral, I shall be late
If I’m honest, that’s always my fate.
But expect me on time
For a vodka and lime
And a game of ten pin with my mate!
Late for choir again they said!
I’d been sleeping in my bed
To wake up late
Is my fate
Insomnia makes me feel half dead!
Being on time is really great
It’s such bad manners to show up late
You don’t want to miss
Pure moments of bliss
So don’t make your customers wait!
Ritu:
There was a bartender called Kate
Who was always persistently late
She pushed it too far
Got fired from the bar
And there lies young Kate’s fate!
Linking People 2003:
There once was a man who was late,
His punctuality just wasn’t great.
In a rush, his toast burned,
At each corner, he turned,
His smile, at the gate, didn’t seal his fate.
It didn’t take much to infuriate
My bête noire, my Great Aunt Kate
And not to speak ill of the dead,
It removed one source of dread,
When Great Aunt Kate was declared ‘the late’.
Better late than not turn up at all
To the party, what counts overall
Is whenever you start
You still choose to take part
Take your own time, be proud and walk tall.
My girlfriend and I would go out on a date
She looked like a model, but had a terrible gait.
I was totally smitten,
But her shoes were ill-fitting –
Her excuse for always being late.
Bony Tony had a hot first date;
A lovely lass whose name was Kate.
It all went bad
And Tony was sad,
When he was early and Kate was late.
His downfall was being late.
In fact it sealed his fate.
To sum it all up,
She got quite fed up.
And decided to marry his mate.
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Esther Chilton 
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