I hope you survived the chilly weekend. It should be getting warmer next week. Here’s a new limerick challenge for you:
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Least week’s prompt was SNOW. You came up with some amazing limericks:
Stay inside all you please
Shivering shoulders and shaking knees
But when there’s snow
Well, off I go
To the mountains with boots and skis!
There once was a town under snow
Who were warmed from their fires aglow
Soon it was melting away
And they all knelt to pray
For the sunshine and dry air to blow.
Hello to the man made of snow.
He appears in the garden, don’t you know.
With coal black eyes, and a carrot nose,
With twiggy arms he strikes a pose.
Remembering a childhood long ago.
It’s no joke said the garage guy
The snow is too thick, that’s why
You can’t test drive it
You won’t survive in it!
Come in, keep warm, and stay dry!
There once was a goose with cold feet
From standing outside in the sleet
He hated the snow
To the south he would go
But the farmer was set on white meat.
Briskly, she said “snow way”
Not going out today
Don’t want to freeze my tush
I’d prefer you not push
Ask me again in May.
It is white. It is bright. It is snow.
Down the street, if I’m forced to, I’d go.
But I’m not, so I won’t.
You ask, why? Well, I don’t
really know and that’s all that I know.
Woke today to a blanket of snow
So thank God I’ve got nowhere to go
Keeping cosy inside
With this week’s TV guide
And a hot cup of tea and a throw.
There once was a flurry of snow,
That danced in the bright moonlight’s glow.
It covered the town,
In a sparkling gown,
Turning rooftops to clouds far below.
I’m not one to moan, as you know
But it comes as a bit of a blow
That my journey’s curtailed
When my train is derailed
By the fall of the wrong sort of snow.
The sun was shining above
Covering the landscape with love,
The boy wanted snow
To make his rosy cheeks glow
And to give his toboggan a shove!
Squirreljan:
I braved the cold and snowfall yesterday
And made a snowman on my balcony
‘It’s an alien,’ said my niece
I agreed to keep the peace
As it melted to a planet faraway.
Link People 2003:
Once a penguin in winter attire in a town where the cold winds blow,
Slipped on ice, oh dear, what a spire, where fell a blanket of pure white snow!
He danced and he twirled and the kids laughed in delight,
On the snow, he swirled till he stopped by the warm fire while building snowmen till night,
Underneath the moon’s gentle glow!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
Build a man out of snow
Build him so tall
With a massive snowball
But don’t place the carrot too low.
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Esther Chilton 
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