Happy Monday. Let’s have a great week. Here is a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is:
MESS
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word HAND in it somewhere. You came up with some very entertaining limericks:
There once was a guy in the band,
Who sadly had only one hand.
His banjo played with talent bespoke,
An assist of his nose meant there wasn’t a note,
That he couldn’t easily land.
There was a young man who could stand
Perilously on only one hand
He never did fall
For he leaned on the wall
Therefore standing as long as he planned!
I had to give Father Christmas a hand
His sleigh broke down in my land
I assisted the guy
To get back up in the sky
And he took off in a shower of sand!
Joe wanted to play in a band
The problem he had was his hand
Missing fingers two
Took off his shoe
Now plays best guitar in the land!
Many films have found themselves banned
Some by the inappropriate use of a hand.
Mostly it involves some sneaky touching
And occasionally, maybe, too much buffing
As infamously occurred in Custer’s Last Stand.
On my very first day in this land
I had only three quid in my hand
A young girl, Lucy Lockett
Nicked it out of my pocket
Which was okay, but not what I’d planned.
I once played the lead in a band.
I even insured my right hand.
But fame has its dark side,
I walked on the wild side .
Now blocked from all bars in the land.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There once was a man with one hand
Who searched all over the land
He looked high and low
Through rain and through snow
To find someone else with one hand.
poetessadeilibri wrote something a little different with the prompt:
He brought a book in his hand. It was our first appointment. No rules, no special date. We just found ourselves one day, and we didn’t wait too much to remember one to another. I didn’t know he was blind. The words in his mind were the memory of my soul.
The book is yours,” he said. “It was enough to program your words to tell you how you were.” Then he touched lightly my face like in front of a mirror and forgot the words. “You’re finally real.”
“Are you ready to compile another book?”
“Always, is like Sherwood in the neighborhood.”
And Gene wrote this:
With bated breath, the coaches & players held hands in support of their field-goal kicker. Some fans in the stadium gestured with hands together as in prayer mode, hoping for a successful kick and a dramatic come from behind victory. The field-goal kicker took one last look at the goal post in the far distance, then bowed his head to motion to the center to hike the ball and with three equally paced strides swung his leg into the football and sent it soaring into the air towards the goal-posts…
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Esther Chilton 
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