Esther Chilton

Happy Monday! Your weekly limerick challenge is here to kick-start your week.

My apologies if I don’t comment on your limericks for a few days – I’m having surgery today so I may be out of action for a short while. I’ll comment when I can and I’ve scheduled a few posts for the forthcoming days. Have a good week.

Your new word is:

SAVE

Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word THUMB in it somewhere. You came up with some really funny limericks:

Trent’s World:

Hope you don’t think I’m dumb

But I use this rule of thumb

Don’t think twice

Assume all are nice

You’ll be right, excepting some.

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There was a girl from New York

Who stabbed her thumb with a fork

She threw a fit

For it bled a bit

But in the end she felt like a dork.

Cee Tee Jackson:

There once was a young girl called Laura

Who ate her fruit pie in a corner.

She stuck in her thumb

And pulled out a plum –

It was hot, and Boy! did it scald her.

Keith Channing:

To be frank, when my rhythm man comes

He will help with the beat of his drums.

Until he is here,

My performance is drear,

Because I am all fingers and thumbs.

Hugh W. Roberts:

There once was a man with a big thumb

While out walking one day, he felt glum

He tripped over a large stick

After performing a head-over-heels flip

And now his poor thumb is all numb!

Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:

There was a young man named Tom Thumb

Who had a rather large bum

You could say he was small

Had no height at all

All he had was his rather large bum.

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

I discovered a new planet last night.

Sort of round and not very bright.

I saw it quite clearly

Astronomical fame? Nearly.

But thumb in the focus! Bad sight!

Kim Smyth:

I’ve scrolled many miles with my thumb

I hope that don’t make me look dumb

As much as my language

Which deserves a bandage

But then, my mind may be numb! 

Treehugger:

There once was a boy named Tom

Who incessantly sucked on his thumb.

To his mother’s dismay

She found out one day

He’d found solace in a totty of rum.

Sexagenarian Scribbler:

A disastrous Deliveroo delivery

Sent a customer to A and E

Half his thumb he lost

A terrible cost 

For not getting his own Macky D. 

Quiall:

Thumb

For a quick little tot of your rum,

I’ll bless you with a jab of my thumb.

So pay close inspection,

To an important direction.

A bad drink will make me feel glum.

A good drink will make me feel fine,

As I do when I’ve had a good wine,

But my thumb will go down,

If the rum makes me frown,

And your world will surely decline.

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