Happy new week! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge. Your word is:
DEEP
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word CRUNCH in it somewhere. You came up with some hilarious limericks:
If pressed, I would say I’ve a hunch
That my story is reaching a crunch.
My wife’s birthday’s today,
So I guess I should say,
Let’s go out and grab us some lunch.
Tommy was a very strange guy
Who sang songs of sixpence and rye
When crunched for words
He thought of birds
And had them baked into a pie.
Squirreljan:
Of course I had a little hunch
Of what was in my work packed lunch
Though I’d kept it quiet
About my strict diet
The carrots had a healthy crunch.
Chips and queso provide crunch
If one’s looking for that in a lunch
A tasty beverage too
Is the thing I would do
Because Mexican food I like a bunch!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I prepared a nice lunch with some crunch
But as soon as I started to munch
It became so soggy
All thanks to my moggy
Who knocked my drink over my lunch.
Joe just liked hearing the loud crunch
Whenever he was eating lunch
Other diners cringed
Thought Joe was unhinged
Surprising he was never punched!
I dropped my diamond ring on the floor
It rolled along and slid under the door.
As I walked into the living room
My foot soon became it’s doom!
As it went crunch! What a bore.
For those in the know, they had a hunch
Things had finally come to a crunch
The title hopes had been put to bed
For ever hopeful ‘flat-out’ Fred
With a well-directed single punch.
I’m seeing two guys and I know
I can’t keep up, one’s got to go
Crunch time has arrived
How do I decide
Which poor guy to give the heave ho?
There once was a muncher named Punch,
Who loved to snack during lunch,
With a nibble and crunch,
He’d devour his brunch,
And leave nothing behind but a bunch!
The pasty looked very inviting,
As I ate it I felt none too clever.
For I heard a loud crunch,
Found a beetle in my lunch.
I’m put off pasties forever.
And here’s another super poem from Trevor Belshaw:
Hard Times
The pound in my pocket is worth 50p
The price at the bowser has soared.
The pub and the wine bar, once regular treats,
I suddenly cannot afford.
I flew to the sun when winter was done,
with my girlfriend, a stunner called Sue.
Now my time share is sharing with some bugger else
and I think that my girlfriend is too.
I used to eat lunch along with a bunch,
of friends at a restaurant in town.
But now we’re all poor no one goes anymore
and the restaurant has had to close down.
I used to have steak, eat puddings and cake,
but now the recession is here.
I can’t have the roast, I eat beans on toast
and even the hotpot’s too dear.
This damn credit crunch put paid to my lunch,
the bank told me I cannot borrow.
My takeaway dinner took away my last tenner,
I can’t afford breakfast tomorrow.
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Esther Chilton 
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