It’s Monday and time for a new limerick challenge to kick-start your week.
Your new word is:
WINK
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word YAWN in it somewhere. You came up with some great limericks:
YAWN OF THE DEAD.
There once was a ‘dead’ man called Shaun
Whose demise was a terrible con.
His wife’s insurance claim
Was made in vain,
When in the mortuary, he let out a yawn.
A yawn is an intake of air
A reminder to rise from my chair
There are things I should do,
But between me and you,
Does it help? To be frank, I don’t care!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
A gardener was mowing his lawn
When he started to yawn
He said, I hope this will pass
And wake myself up before dawn.
This limerick comes with a trigger warning; vegans, close your eyes…
It’s those food fascists that make me yawn
Insisting I swap meat for corn,
Or adding more greens
Or including some beans
But worst of all? Effing quorn…
I awoke when it was barely dawn
And found myself starting to yawn
So I made a mug of coffee,
Accidentally dropped in a toffee
now my teeth are stuck and worn!
Nicola Daly:
I’ve just cracked my jaw with a yawn
And I need to finish mowing the lawn
Round and round I whizz
‘Til my head’s in a tizz
And now the lawn looks ridiculously shorn.
I find when I’m cold I yawn
At times from dusk until dawn
I wrap in a blanket
Or grab a thick jacket
Once warm and ill finally be done.
Each evening I do nothing but yawn,
Between soapland and sport I am torn.
I sit up till midnight,
And even till daylight.
Till I hear the birds chorus at dawn.
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Esther Chilton 
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