Happy start of the week! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge to kick-start your Monday.
Your new word is:
SHOCK
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word CHIN in it somewhere. You produced some great limericks:
Each time that I look at my chin
I can never suppress a slight grin
Some people’s are large
Or shaped like a barge
Whilst mine is all pointed and thin.
There was a young man from Hitchin
Who preferred to shave in the kitchen.
So his wife, the poor soul,
Gave him a cereal bowl,
To put the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin in.
Bob says his problem is finally cured
On his chin is tattooed a beard
He wants just stubble
With little trouble
But I think it looks quite weird.
A bearded man shaves his chin
To stay looking clean and quite thin
Never mind the belly
That shook like a bowl full of jelly
He thinks he’s a catch-what a grin!
I’ve taken your comment on the chin
That was a bad way to begin
A novel should never
Start with an endeavour
To make ice-cream out of Gin.
A poet, with a very fine chin,
Said, ‘it would be a terrible sin,’
‘If I didn’t declaim,’
‘While stroking the same’
‘Given Keats is my kith and kin.’
When I’ve been on the gin,
I have a continuous grin.
But nothing is as nice,
As to add tonic and ice,
And to hear, drink up, old girl, chin, chin.
I love your upturned nose and toothy grin
Your saggy boobs and double chin
You will always be
Beautiful to me
I’m here for you through thick and thin.
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Esther Chilton 
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