Happy Monday. I hope you all had a good weekend. Here’s a new limerick challenge to kick-start your week.
Your new word is:
SLEEP
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word SPELL in it somewhere. You produced some great limericks:
Sinking into a new depth of hell,
Pretending I know how to spell.
Every word I dictate
Leads my brain to rotate
Like a horse on an old carousel.
Squirreljan:
To spell or not to spell, is what I ask
Should it be barf not bath, or marsk not mask?
Phonetics is a wordy trap
I want to give it such a slap
But laugh when AI can’t manage the task.
Reading the Word causes a spell
Will I go to heaven or hell
Am I the person I’m supposed to be
Or should I do more to ascend to thee
I guess I’ll know when I hear the Bell.
It’s Beltane or Valpurges night
On the 30th of April, that’s right
When witches abound
And are flying around
Their Spells will give you a fright!
I was once hit by a magical spell
Instantly all my inhibitions fell
Things I did and said
Wow, I wish I was dead!
For ever since my life’s been Hell!
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I hope you’re doing well
Come in and sit for a spell
I hope you agree
To have some tea
You’ll laugh at the news I’ll tell.
Nicola Daly:
There once was a witch from Carlisle
Walked around with a satisfied smile
She’d cast a bad spell
With a terrible smell
Which made everyone run for a mile!
Wanda did not realise, truth to tell,
That her career choice was its own kind of hell;
But then it’s a real bitch
To find you’re a dyslexic witch
Whose only job is to be able to spell.
Though in general I manage quite well
There are some words I find I misspell
It’s a feeling absurd
To be stuck on a word
I should know – but the letters won’t gel.
Richard Felix:
An old wizard who couldn’t quite spell
Cast hexes that didn’t work well.
When he tried to turn lead
Into bread, it was said
That the results were hard to expel!
At school I didn’t fare very well
Couldn’t read, couldn’t right, couldn’t spell
But with beauty instead
I forged on ahead
In a subject I knew I’d excel!
With promises of sweets and treats,
She put me under her spell.
She chanted and panted,
Mumbled and ranted.
At her home in Dingly Dell.
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Esther Chilton 
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