Happy new week. Here is a new limerick challenge. Your word this week is:
STYLE
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word OLDER in it somewhere. You came up with some entertaining limericks:
One day I may be a stakeholder.
Landowner, lessee or smallholder.
Don’t mind that I’m poor,
Even one you abhor,
Respect me; I’m wiser… and older.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I know I’m getting older
My neck starts to ache
And I feel something break
I think that’s just me getting my older.
I lost the match to an elder
Player of chess, much older
I was only young
My confidence was stung!
His castling king was much bolder!
It’s no joke at all getting older,
But let us do something bolder
A flight on a zip wire,
Hot air balloon to hire
Do something daring I told her.
Getting older is not for the weak
Soon, your bones will begin to squeak
Your back hurts right there
You may lose your hair
Your outlook may seem rather bleak!
As I get older, the one thing I dread
Is becoming ‘not right in the head’
Without my faculties
Just shoot me please
With dementia I’d rather be dead.
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Esther Chilton 
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