It’s Monday afternoon and time for a new limerick challenge. Your word this week is:
BEARD
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word FUDGE in it somewhere. You came up with some very entertaining limericks:
“Oh, fudge!” I thought he said
When the branch hit him in the head
But that dirty word
Is what others heard
So soap tonight is all he’ll be fed!
There once was a boy named Pete
Who liked hot fudge as a treat
Though, it would seem
Never with ice cream
He poured it all over his meat.
There once was an unusual judge,
Whose fines were always in fudge.
It didn’t matter the crime,
Punishment laid out each time.
Was designed so the judge kept his pudge.
A finger of fudge is just enough
An old advert was selling the stuff
Extra sweet tooth
Became very looth
Now dentures are cutting up ruff.
I’m not the one to hold a grudge
But Mike has eaten all the fudge
He is getting so fat
Nothing fits but his hat
After sitting, can’t even budge!
Try peanut butter fudge
Some folks might need a nudge
To switch from chocolate
Something they love a lot
Others may never budge.
I thought, today, I’d give you a steer
On how best to build a career:
Smile lots, learn how to fudge,
Avoid those who’ll bear a grudge,
And always sound as if sincere.
Fudged figures aren’t often airtight,
Unless they turn out to be right.
Do all your homework,
Get busy, don’t shirk
Extract just the ones that delight!
A woman once made lots of fudge
To her friends then she would gently nudge
“Take a bite.”
Pure delight!
So of course, they would all self indulge!
At school he would constantly fudge
Wrong answers he’d perpetually smudge
An hence in employment
Has found no enjoyment
The life of a dunce is a drudge.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I’m asking you all not to judge
As I find it icky
As well as quite sticky
And on that thought I won’t budge.
There once was a judge named Judy,
Whose love for fudge was quite moody.
Day in and day out,
Without a doubt,
When she ran out, she felt truly broody.
Oh how I hate fudge,
In my mouth it does not budge.
It sticks to my teeth.
And the plate beneath.
Then oozes out like sludge.
poetessadeilibri has a great way of looking at fudge:
I don’t know what is the fudge
I believe it’s something with nuts
I took a look inside the fridge
And found cookies that looked like meat
I wonder if fudge is cheese on pizzas when they’re hot.
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Esther Chilton 
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