I hope you all had a good weekend. Here’s a new limerick challenge to kick-start your week.
Your new word is:
LUNCH
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word SLEEP in it somewhere. You came up with some very amusing limericks:
Sleep never comes, try as I might.
Long day precedes much longer night.
Each hour I’m awake,
Each effort I make —
Perhaps I should give up the fight.
Once there was a girl seeking sleep
She was so exhausted she could weep
She tried a pill first
But that made it worse
Magic puffs made her sleep deep.
There was a presidential man
Who had a very orange tan…
On trial he would sleep
In the land of nod, deep!
Then he awoke in a security van!
Don’t think of me, darling, as cheap
One must hurry for what’s worth to keep
And nobody knows
If we take off our clothes
In our head, in our bed, as we sleep.
Nicola Daly:
The infamous witch of Carlisle
Went to bed with a sinister smile
What she dreamed in her sleep
Made everyone weep
As they bunny-hopped a whole mile!
I’ve heard tell you should count sheep
if you’re finding it hard to sleep.
But I’m left in a stew
while chasing some ewe (or two)
And end up, tired, in a sweaty old heap.
I’m sick and tired of counting sheep
Over fences they gaily leap
But it’s all in vain
Driving me insane
How I wish I could get some sleep!
His ashes waft around Kinder Scout,
Where ghosts of ramblers roam about.
He jumps and leaps
And never sleeps.
Bony Tony’s spirit, forever walks out.
Flop into my feather bed to sleep,
I lie curled up in a heap.
Drift off to far off places,
Meeting folk of different races.
What wonderful dreams to keep.
Richard Felix:
A lady had trouble to sleep,
Her hubby was snoring like sheep.
She brandished a bat,
And whacked him, at that!
Now both of them snooze in the deep.
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Esther Chilton 
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