The weekend here was damp and miserable. I hope it was sunny with you. Here’s a new limerick challenge for you to brighten the start of your week:
ROOTS
Last week’s prompt was VEST. You came up with some very funny limericks:
I failed at my first major test
When I turned up to work in a vest.
My boss said, “Go back
And put on something black.”
You could say he was not too impressed.
Once twas a gal in a vest
It put all her fashion sense to the test
For the holiday it was designed
With the Christmas season in mind
Therefore, the month of June wasn’t the best!
There once was a man so very shy
Who always wore a vest and a bow tie
His face would flush
A bright red blush
When pointed out he was a dapper guy.
I wanted to look my best,
By attending the ball as Mae West.
My husband was sceptical,
“Don’t make a spectacle,
My dear, you’re showing your vest.”
Bruce was always wearing a vest
Which covered his very hairy chest
He jumped on a horse
Rode off into the gorse
And was last seen galloping into the West!
There once was a man from Budapest
Who had some things to get off his chest.
He called the police,
Seeking quick release
And now wishes for a bullet proof vest.
Dozing in the sun, needing a rest
Sporting sandals, shorts and string vest
He stirred, decidely sunned
And somewhat stunned
At the strange pattern all over his chest.
On his chest he was wearing a vest.
It was prim. It was proper and pressed,
but his shirt and his tie
didn’t match and that’s why
that his marks were not high on the test.
Joe wanted to be a cowboy
He moved to a ranch in the west
He bought some boots
And some cheroots
But blew it with a colorful vest.
I went to town to get a vest
It had to be the very best
So when at the store
They bolted the door
And cops grabbed me to arrest.
Sir, I do not mean to jest,
But I think you’re wearing my vest,
Black is more you,
Or a nice shade of blue,
Because pink is not really your best!
He left the house looking his best
A suit with a jacket and vest
But he’d got it all wrong
She turned up in a thong
At the beach, more or less, like the rest.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a young man who was blessed
He’d drive the girls wild
And out of their minds
When he showed them his hairy chest.
Wearing a vest was not the best
you become winter snowman’s dress
a freezing new moon
stealing fire at noon
bleeding tears sunbeams vest red guests.
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Esther Chilton 
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