Happy Monday. Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is:
RAGE
Last week’s prompt was ROOTS. You came up with some very funny limericks:
There once was a man without care
A stone doomed to roll, I fear
But then one day
He found a place to stay
“I’ll put down my roots right here!”
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Although my garden was kind of small
The weeds grew so very tall
Rosemary,a neighbor nice
Gave me some sage advice
“Those weeds? Rip them out, roots and all!”
My veg seeds won’t grow roots,
In my intensive gardening pursuits
I water them daily
I sing to them gaily
Alas no sign of shoots.
When writing a rhyme about roots
You have to go walk in your boots
Exploring the world
The view is unfurled
You will see all sorts of tree shoots.
There once was a man with black boots
Who carries a horn that he toots
He takes all requests
and tries his best
To cover his saxophone roots.
The roots of the tree were so strong
that the wind as it rushed and rushed long
got exhausted and died.
Then a breeze rose and tried
to more sweetly through leaves play its song.
Pity, no one roots
For the gal in boots
Who eats her black beans
And causes big scenes
When she walks, she toots.
A pig in the mud loves to root
He digs down and buries his snoot
He snorts and he wallows
And accidentally swallows
Then oops, lets out a big poot!
To give myself a boost,
I dyed my hair to the roots,
Blonde does not suit me,
So I went for strawberry
But ended up with multi fruits!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
If you have working class roots
And pull yourself up by the straps of your boots
You may make yourself millions
Or even have billions
Still you may never be welcome at Coutts.
There once was a man who wore suits
Folks claimed that he only ate roots
Beets at the gym
Got a smile from him
As he dribbled beet juice on his glutes.
roots bare ground
thread bare
haleyesce fake not quite real
nor there!
cold where?
Lisa A Paul (not using the prompt, but very entertaining):
There once was a boy who was aimless,
In love, he could never be blameless
Then he met the right girl
And he altered his world
And discovered that love could be painless.
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Esther Chilton 
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