Happy Monday! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge to kick-start your week.
Your new word is:
CHIN
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word PUDDLE in it somewhere. You produced some really funny limericks:
Nine children, all sat in a huddle,
Each one crying out for a cuddle.
Not one of them knew
The delights of the loo.
So they sat in a rather large puddle!
A MATHEMATICAL PUDDLE
The little kid waved their hand in the air,
Hoping to attract the teacher’s stare.
“Miss – My head’s in a muddle
And I’ve created a puddle.
Look. See? Here, under my chair.”
I’m slightly befuddled
Why kids like a puddle
Do they like being muddy
Or am I just a ruddy ole fuddy
Lady who’s head’s all a muddle?
I’ll tell you the woes of Ms. Uddle,
Whose name set all others a-fuddle.
“Mrs. Cuddle?” They’d try-
“Erm… Miss Muddle?” They’d ‘ply…
Every time, ending up, “Ah! Mr. Puddle!”
Last week I was seeing double
I saw two cats in a puddle
But I put on my glasses
And saw spilt mollasses
The pattern it made did befuddle!
Bony Tony was befuddled.
His crazy life had him puzzled.
He went to his doc,
Who gave him a shock.
“You’re not befuddled. You’re puddled!”
Little boys, in the middle of a muddle
May accidentally piddle in a puddle;
They may mean to splash
Rather than have a slash.
Please forgive: that kid’ll need a cuddle.
There once was a duck, Mrs Puddle,
Who got into rather a muddle.
Her ducklings were naughty,
She ended up fraughty.
Then opened her wings for a cuddle.
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Esther Chilton 
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