Isn’t Christmas hurtling closer and closer? I’m sure you’re all very busy like me, so for this limerick challenge, you have two weeks instead of the usual one. I’ll publish all your wonderful limericks on Monday 30th December.
Your new word is:
SLEIGH
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word HOUSE in it somewhere. You came up with some super limericks:
I have no limerick today
I’ve nothing clever to say
My “house” has a light
But there is no one in sight
My thoughts are as fluid as clay.
There once was a man with no spouse,
They say he was a bit of a souse.
I can’t say to you,
That the label is true,
I’ve never been to his house.
‘House!’ shouted a woman, so loud
You could hear her outside in the road
She’d got all the numbers
That the bingo callers
Had announced and had won a load!
The folks said, that man’s a louse
Wasn’t welcome in their house
Choosing not to be single
I just married Kris Kringle
Now, they can no longer grouse.
There once was a man and his spouse
and a demon who haunted their house.
They said, “Demon! You go!”
And the demon said, “NOOOOOO!”
But it went being more like a mouse.
She searched up and down through the house
Twenty years after losing her spouse
Of him thoughts referring
To Christmas occurring
But nothing stirring, not even a mouse.
The hose posed no prospect to douse
The flames then engulfing the house
To this day she remembers
The screams through the embers
And the smell of her barbecued spouse.
However far-fetched it may sound,
Olfactory traces abound.
Unless there’s a mouse
Spreading smells through the house,
Evil pongs from yours truly abound!
The old house is haunted, it’s said
And voices are heard from the dead
So stare if you dare
But better beware
A ghost at the foot of your bed.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There once was a very large mouse
Who lived in a very small house
He was friends with a rat
And a diurnal bat
And none of them ever did grouse.
She lives in a creaky old house.
Having long ejected her spouse.
They play chasing games,
She shouts out their names,
Herself,the cat and the mouse.
And now for a couple of excellent non-limericks on the prompt:
on the house
free oh the mytery
of why
does not even come close
to decry
the sound of mice stirring
machines destroying and whirring
crash boom bang
score
and whats
more sugar sweet
and flat salt
trampled under my sodden feet!
My house there is calling me every time,
I need to finish my tasks to be there again with new agility.
Finding everything peaceful and lovable there again.
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Esther Chilton 
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