Happy beginning of the week! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge to kick-start your Monday.
Your new word is:
MIND
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word KNEE in it somewhere. You produced some funny limericks:
When we’re young, knees are easy to flex
Getting older, they soon start to vex.
I have pain in the joint
And to strengthen my point
It now hurts just to pick up my specs!
Bob thought we was awfully tough
Until he treated Sue very rough
A knee to his gut
And a boot to his butt
Bob soon had had enough.
My cat got stuck up a tree
And I’m scared of heights, you see
But I climbed the ladder
Must be mad as a hatter
Coz I fell off and broke my knee!
Having a knee fixed means pain
It always hurts in the rain
It could be arthritis
Or mean ole bursitis
It squeaks like a rusty old chain!
Squirreljan:
What is that resting on my knee?
Be gone, you evil biting flea
Please don’t hurt me
I’m not worthy
Ha ha, it’s just a drop of tea.
Old Alfie had trouble, no end.
With names for those things that could bend.
Were they elbows or thumbs?
Were they knees or his bums?
So, at PT, he’d simply pretend.
KNIGHT OF THE LIMERICK.
It would have been clear, and easy to see
The pain I was in as I fell to one knee.
See, my right has arthritis
Though I didn’t tell His Highness:
“For service to poetry, arise Sir Cee Tee.”
My trip was a disaster for me
I fell and I twisted my knee
After falling downstairs
And landing on chairs
Then stumbling into a tree!
Nicola Daly:
A golfer was trying to tee
But whacked himself on the knee
He said, ‘Ouch ouch!
I’ll lie on the couch
Can someone please bring me some tea!’
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There once was a lady called Fee
Who had a terribly ticklish knee
First of all up she’d jump
Then fall down with a thump
And then had to run off for a pee!
Little Lance was in too much hurry.
He’d fall and his Mummy would worry.
A badly grazed knee?
She’d soon turn his tears to glee,
By cooking him his favourite curry.
–
My little girl is called Denise.
She’d often fall and graze her knees.
She’d run and trip
And sometimes slip.
I’d tell her to walk but she did as she pleased.
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Bony Tony’s Dad owned a store
In Storrington near to England’s shore.
He stocked peas and cheese,
Had knobbly knees,
Yet Tony always wanted more.
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There was a young farmer from Cheddar,
Who fancied a girl called Jane Pedder.
He went down on one knee,
Promising limitless cheese.
She screamed, “YES!” and he went on to wed her.
When Doris Pond plans a knees up
All her friends, their time, they free up
For her parties are legendary
And far from sedentary
Though increasingly their knees up seize up.
A desperate young frauline named Ottilie
lived her life in a world full of fantasy
One day she fell for a prince
who walked with a mince
but she thought it was his dodgy knee.
I watched him go down on one knee
He’s going to propose, yippee
I cried yes too soon
Felt a right buffoon
He was tying his shoelace , you see!
Clapping my hands with glee,
As for all to see.
Bunch of flowers in hand,
And a five piece band,
He slowly got down on one knee.
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Esther Chilton 
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