Happy Monday! I hope the sun is shining wherever you are, even if it’s a bit chilly. Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is:
SOCKS
Last week’s prompt was DUDE. You came up with some laugh-out-loud limericks:
People do stuff that drives me quite crazy,
Like loafing around, being lazy.
One evening this dude
Did something so rude.
What was it? My memory’s hazy.
There once was a quarrelsome dude.
Whose tooth broke when he ate food
He said to the waiter
That meal had a ‘tater
Frozen solid, too hard when I chewed!
There once was a man called dude
Was so high that he though all was good
As he walked unaware
Though he had not a care
Off a great height, therefore, he was screwed.
There once was a lady so prude.
Who avoided all subjects thought crude
She covered her ears
To block any smears
And turned out to be really a dude.
There once was dude named Roy
He was no ordinary boy
Cowboy boots and tie
A very stylish guy!
But so big, his Harley looked like a toy.
There once was a dragon pursued
by a knight, brave and bold, though a dude.
He caught up with his prey,
killed the dragon that day
then the rest to wipe out the foul brood.
A Tabby with a real cattitude
Showed his stripes when his girlfriend he wooed
He strutted and nosed
And eventually proposed
But she turned him down with, “No, Dude!”
The woman had called the man “Dude”
The man said, “That’s terribly rude.”
Now her dreams were dashed
As he brusquely passed,
For she hoped she was ’bout to be woo’d.
Wait, you ate all the food
This certainly is rude
Looks like a pack of dogs
Gobbled it up like hogs
Where’s your self-control dude?
I met this American dude
Loud and unblinkingly rude
Geriatric fanatic
Dumb psychopathic
Ugly, unhinged and unglued.
I didn’t mean to be crude
When I said I thought you a prude,
In tight jeans and a shirt
You really hit the ‘pay dirt’,
And proved to be a cool dude.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a young man who was rude
Referring to all as; my dude
He wasn’t well liked
And had his drink spiked
Then he started to dance in the nude.
A dude on his hols from the city
Found life on the ranch quite pretty
Mucked in with chores
Enjoyed the great outdoors
Dined on fried zucchini and ziti.
What’s in a name? Is it lewd,
To address a person as ‘dude’?
Is it good diction,
Or an Oxford affliction,
Or am I just being a prude?
And a poem on the prompt from:
Wilf Leahy:
There was a lazy man
Who to his boss was rude
The boss then replied
You maybe smart
But you’re fired Dude.
dude i aint in the mood
aintcha friend
and in the end
do not say dumb things
like no worries yeah there are
and all good wrong again moron
ha
and you have a nice day too
i prefer liverpool esther
not manchester
even tho if you listened to mr mogg phil not andy
you would think otherwise
la!
Therapy Bits wrote a limerick on the previous prompt FURY/RAGE:
In the depths of my fury I stew,
With a fire that no one can subdue.
Like a volcano untamed,
I’m explosive, inflamed,
Yet I know I must find a way through.
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Esther Chilton 
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