Good afternoon, everyone. Here is a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is:
FUDGE
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word MESS in it somewhere. You came up with some very entertaining limericks:
Brad had a career worth a look
For he was an Army Mess Cook
As Napoleon said
Soldiers need to be fed
A worthy job in my book.
Mom turned into a real bear
“It’s a horrid mess in here!”
I will admit
It seems a tornado hit
Throwing my belongings everywhere.
Squirreljan:
Oh, what a tangled weave. What a mess
He deceives the world but not the press
They delve deep and dig
Yes! It is a wig.
And now it’s proved he has to confess.
There once was a fellow named Jess,
Who got involved in a mess.
It was a girl named Sue,
Who said she was true.
But had six kids nonetheless.
Well, the world is now in a mess!
America voted, causing much stress!
New cuts to relief?
They are beyond belief.
New policies that do not impress!
Trump has decided to confess
His actions have created a mess
Once in power he will pardon
Himself in his garden
Knowing him I can’t expect less!
There once a woman named Jess
Her love life was always a mess
She picked the worst guys
And never knew why
Personality woes…my guess.
The school board was a woeful mess
Angry with the low scores of tests
The parents were mad
The grades were so bad
Caused teachers to drink to excess.
When Hardy’s famed heroine, Tess,
Read how he’d written her life as a mess,
She declared, ‘Soddit,
I’ve had it, miserable git.
I’m off for a facial and a new dress.’
After years of hard work and success,
There remains just one thing to confess.
I’ve been a good dad,
Raised two girls and a lad,
But my bedroom is really a mess!
Her life is an absolute mess
A symptom she puts down to stress
Slow to recover
From a fight with her lover
A condition that’s bound to depress.
But from a different perspective…
He’d been rude, he had to confess
In the mood when she took off her dress
She said, “I’m on the phone
You can do it alone
And afterwards clean up your mess.”
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I’m in a bit of a mess
It’s not my fault I must stress
When sat on a wall
I had a great fall
What is my name; can you guess?
I once had a friend called Tess,
Who got into a terrible mess.
Her sewing was diabolical,
Even though she was methodical.
She sewed up the neck on the dress.
There once was a girl named Tess,
Whose thoughts were a tangled mess.
In her mind, doubts would spin,
She’d dream of a life within,
But she’s learning to rise and confess.
In a kitchen, I made quite a mess,
With flour and sugar, no less,
The cake flew with a splash,
Oh, what a wild crash!
Now I’m stuck with a big, sticky stress!
poetessadeilibri wrote something with the word prompt:
I’m leaving private words out of the scene
My mind got distracted with the Loch Ness release
I knew I would leave a tasty mess on the table
wondering if everyone would notice the scrabble
or it was only me looking for some s double trouble
I forgot the enchanting term and almost past a week.
And also something a little different:
I think I’m living under a tree
wondering if apples are for free
every time I’m looking for breakfast
the same apples from the past
are on the table staring at me.
And Gene wrote a piece of prose using the prompt:
Oh, dear.
The lunchroom was left a mess, but guessing who was responsible wasn’t as easy as choosing Tess or Bess, so the classroom teacher ordered everyone at the table to pitch in and help clean up the mess. Ian, feeling a bit remorse, fessed up to the mess and his classmates applauded him for taking responsibility for his actions.
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Esther Chilton 
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