Happy Monday! Time for a new limerick challenge. Your word this week is:
WORST
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word BEARD in it somewhere. You came up with some very funny limericks:
Tom had a beard that wouldn’t stop
Like the guys from ZZ Top
From his face
To his waist
It would make a really good mop!
The guys at the office, Molly feared
Would hit on her, making things weird
So at the ball
She fooled them all
And brought Tony as a bear.
Squirreljan:
The man in the white van has a beard
Apart from that horror, he’s not weird
He works really hard
Never had a red card
In truth, he should really be revered.
Their once was a man mother reared,
Who wanted to grow a new beard.
He requested a hearing,
Of mama endearing.
Only to have his desire be queered.
The steak on his table was seared
Dripping with juices, he feared
He’d wanted it well done
But it came back under done
And now grease was stuck in his beard!
Poor Joe they all thought he was weird
Reason was his horrible beard
Long and fuzzy looked like a nest
Birds in it when he was at rest
Tragedy struck the day it was seared.
Abandoned zucchini fell
Into a deep, flour well
Blended with eggs, spice and such
Baked until tender to touch
Lived a crumby life, heard tell.
Before my beard’s length is absurd
Each part can be trimmed by a third.
A snip here and there
Reshaping the hair
Doesn’t impact the nest of my bird.
Joshua’s beard was so long
It almost had a life of its own
He groomed it with oil
Highlighted it with foil
But a rainbow beard just looks wrong!
A difficult balance she feared
Being different, but not being weird
Doing things her own way
Being butch but not gay
Growing breasts as well as a beard.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a young lass with a beard
She just wouldn’t shave
Or like a lady behave
Until the day; like a sheep she was sheared.
I’ve never seen anything as weird,
As my uncle sporting a beard,
He resembles a gnome,
When he gives it a comb.
Pass me the scissors and have it sheared.
It was true, just as I had feared
When I tugged hard on Santa’s beard
With a ho ho ho
Then a no no no!
It was daddy’s face that appeared.
Utahan15 has given us their thoughts on the theme:
i am have a grey beard
face grown long
movember
remember
next monday
sam will shave
and dehair my ears too!
Gene has given us something interesting for us:
Steeped in tradition
Albeit a bit superstitious
A beard dons more than a few faces during the National Hockey League playoffs
With some players believing that their beards
If left uncut will lead to hoisting Lord Stanley’s Cup.
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Esther Chilton 
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