How was your weekend? I hope it was a good one. Time for writing: here’s a new limerick challenge. Your word this week is:
GUEST
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word DEEP in it somewhere. You came up with some amusing limericks:
Nobody accused Bob of being deep or wise
His IQ seemed close to his shoe size
But ask for work done
And he’s the one
With a smile he does what others despise.
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There was a girl from South Bend
Who always jumped in the deep end
It must fatigue
To be out of your league
Unless it’s floundering you intend.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I’d like to get some sleep
But what will it take
Because I’m wide awake
To get me some sleep that’s so deep.
Joe thought his mind was extra wise
Overthinking not compromised
Joe thought his ideas deep
But sadly they made no leap
To practical persons enterprise.
“Deep fake!” she said, “that’s AI
You can tell by the weird gleam in his eye
His voice is too smooth
It could almost soothe
But mostly it’s his new ability to fly!”
Justifying Marx
“Philosophy, if done on the cheap,
Might send some dullards to sleep.
But ignore the poor optics,
And focus on topics
That are wide-ranging if not very deep.”
There once was a diver, so deep,
In waters where mermaids would sleep.
He searched for a pearl,
In a mystical whirl,
And swam home with secrets to keep.
When I go to sleep,
It’s deep, deep and deep.
There could be thunder in the air
I would not stir.
My child cries, out of bed I would leap.
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Esther Chilton 
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