Happy new week! Here is Monday’s limerick challenge for you. Your word is:
STEALTH
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word THROAT in it somewhere. You came up with some entertaining limericks:
I am sick, if you please
A soar throat, cough and sneeze
Home I’ll stay
So I’ll miss today
I’m sure Hell won’t freeze.
I have something caught in my throat
It’s either a weasel or stoat
What’s found in the street
Is not safe to eat
But why not? If that floats your boat.
Nicola Daly:
There once was a cantankerous old goat
Liked to wear a bow-tie round his throat
He stopped for a pee
Realised everyone could see
And dribbled over his brand new raincoat.
Shocked at his swollen sore throat
Double chins formed a fleshy moat
Skin was spread so wide
Eyes couldn’t deny
When bathing, he might start to float!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I have a very sore throat
So I’ll have to pass you a note
My voice is so weak
I can hardly speak
I hope you can read what I wrote.
I held the thief by his throat
He had tried to steal my coat
But my fingers were like butter
Slipped, and I with heart a flutter
Shouted at him, ‘You rotten old stoat!’
His hand gripped my throat,
As I stepped off the boat.
Frozen with fear,
I tried to jump clear
‘My wallet is inside your coat.’
Whilst out on the lake in my boat
Something strange grabbed me by the throat
It was Nessie, you see
After her tea
Human beings go lovely with oats.
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Esther Chilton 
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