How was your weekend? I hope it was an enjoyable one whatever you did. Here is a fresh limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is:
SWIM
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word POLE in it somewhere. You came up with some laugh-out-loud limericks:
There once was a lady from France
Who performed a wild pole dance
She captivated
As she gyrated
And the audience fell in a trance.
There was a man from Warsaw
Who always obeyed the law
Never a J-walk
Nor any libelous talk
This was a Pole with no legal flaw.
I’ll tell a sad tale of a mole
Peeked out of his small home, a hole
It was a mistake
Got smashed by a rake
He should have stayed under the knoll.
I started the poem with a mole
Completely forgetting the pole
I should have reread
What the prompt said
Think I’m losing my poet role.
I thought it was all rather drole
When I announced, ‘I’m dating a Pole.’
But my mother said, ‘Rick,
You can’t marry a stick.
There’s already too much dead wood in this family.’
Years back, I learnt to dance on a Pole
Which landed me in a bit of a hole.
Alas, being fat,
I squashed the chap flat
Which, honestly, wasn’t my goal.
A writer worked as a freelancer
With a side hustle as a pole dancer.
It thrilled me to bits
When she showed me her splits
Then she asked me how much I’d advance her.
Well, it should be underground.
But was sitting on top of a pole.
Maybe it’s come up for air,
Sitting without a care .
This cheeky little mole on a pole.
All started while dancing on a pole
A guy came next to me with a coin
Put it behind my ear
The money disappear
We both woke up watching pole north star.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a pole dancer called Jill
Who swallowed a very strange pill
It made her feel weird
As she grew a long beard
And now everyone calls her Bill.
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Esther Chilton 
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