Happy Monday. I hope you enjoyed your weekend. Here’s a fresh limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is:
EGGS
Last week’s prompt was RAGE. You came up with some clever limericks:
From the top to the foot of the page,
My ignorance I must assuage.
But when I react
To the lack of one fact,
The comments are filled with pure rage.
Jenny was in a real rage
Someone had crayoned the page
Which was in a book
About captain hook
And spoiled the end of the passage.
Betsy and Mark were engaged
Til one of them became enraged
They threw many glasses
Then they fell on their asses
Laughing wildly and turned a new page.
There once was a man from DuPage,
Who thought he would light up some sage
He struck a big match
And lit up the patch
Now nickel bags of sage are the rage.
I am old. I am bold and the rage
trapped inside must get out on some stage.
So I whine and I cry.
So I ramble and lie.
So I act unbecoming my age.
When I scream out of rage
Some staff won’t engage
Others let me cry
Until my bad mood passes by
Then I can turn the page.
As we stand here on the stage
Feels as if we’re in a cage
Radioactive winds do blow
Rage and anger we must not show
Welcome to the new New Age
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Deep and dark and full of rage
Never to earn a living wage
Cold wind blows to give us chills
Never can pay our overdue bills
Welcome to the new New Age
The circus was coming to town,
And we all knew the biggest clown,
His name was Beary Pete
So named after his feet
And his hair of a fluffy dark brown.
***
Exotic pets were all the rage
From big cats to birds in a cage:
But his was a bull
So that it could pull
The wagon that supported the stage!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a young man full of rage
After reading a newspaper page
It was full of lies
Which came as no surprise
Still; it helped him to conquer the stage.
Our dog, at a very young age
Learned at night to stay in her cage
When morning light struck
Her blankets scratched in a ruck
She let out a yowl of deep rage.
Joan’s appearance started to age
Joan decided to change her ways
She went to a doc
To turn back the clock
Heard it was too late caused a rage.
How the missus loves to rant and rage
I wonder is it just a stage
Is the menopause
The obvious cause
Or is it quite simply her age?
I think I have come of an age,
When the colour I rage over is beige.
Give me green, red or blue,
Or colours of a similar hue,
All bright, to splash on the page.
Wilf Leahy:
There was a young man in a rage
so they stripped him bare
and put him in a cage.
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Esther Chilton 
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