I hope you had a good weekend. Here is this week’s fresh limerick challenge for you. Your word is:
THROAT
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word THIGH in it somewhere. You came up with some brilliant limericks:
I turned red and thought I’d die
When I dropped my hand upon her thigh
She was close to me
So I aimed for a knee
Her slap was so hard it made me cry…
Gale had a major disaster
When working with her thigh master
She should have known
To leave well enough alone
But she thought she would finish faster.
Trent had a very hard time
To use “Thigh” in a rhyme
His mind in the gutter
He began to mutter
“Aren’t limericks supposed to have grime?”
Thy thigh hath my passion inflamed,
How now can my ardour be tamed?
I cannot hold back,
Good mastery I lack,
Hunger for thy warmth hath me shamed.
Nicola Daly:
The recipe said to use ‘thigh’ –
And definitely ‘DO NOT FRY’ !
But I’ve got it all wrong
Cos there’s an awful pong
Now I’ll have to start over again, oh sigh!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I’m a private detective so small
Who works out of a large shopping mall
My name is thigh high
My job private eye
If you need a crime solving just call.
She had a huge bruise on her thigh
Where a donkeys hoof had let fly!
It had kicked out hard
While they were in the yard
And she let out an involuntary cry!
A girl I knew with cottage cheese thighs
Was embarrassed to be seen by strangers eyes
She wore Capri pants for a while
But they just weren’t her style
She cares not now who might despise.
I had a notion to try
A tattoo on my left thigh,
I dallied and dithered,
My confidence withered.
Found a stick on one to buy.
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Esther Chilton 
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