I hope you all had a good weekend. Here’s a new limerick challenge for you – your new word is:
CHILL
Last week’s prompt was DINNER. You came up with some brilliant limericks:
There once was a man who ate dinner;
and by doing so grew a lot thinner;
his dinner was oats,
with a few flavouring notes;
which he told everyone was a winner.
The dinner for two was so great
Each loved the dishes they ate
But what caused a frost
Was how much it cost
For two it should have been eight!
Gail demands dinner at seven
Lunch precisely eleven
It might seem Hell
To dine by bell
But to her punctuality is Heaven.
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His dog thinks it is so great
A big bowl to satiate
As you can tell
Dinner by bell
Makes one salivate.
Nicola Daly:
I once met a chap from Pinner
Invited me over to dinner
When I arrived for my date
He served me lettuce on a plate
And I came away an awful lot thinner!
My breakfast was a good feast
And lunch was also a beast
So when dinner came
I avoided the game
No pheasant, calories? The least!
My picky pup hates to wait
but I serve his dinner at eight
by then he’s grumbling
his stomach is rumbling
And I know he’ll lick his plate.
Squirreljan:
The dinner bell went ding dong ding
Glorious smells floated to me on the wing
Like birds flying high
Across the blue sky
Spring has arrived, so let’s all sing.
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Ding dong ding clanged the dinner bell
And woke me from my dreamlike hell
Of monsters and clowns
Of falling, down, down, down
Dominos called. Now all is well.
Though I one it and two it I’ll wait
until three catches four. It is great
when old five reaches six.
He likes seven and picks
a fine dinner. We finally eight.
There once was a man getting thinner
They thought his diet a winner
But he was really hungry
His friends all called him grungy
He said, “Just don’t call me late for dinner!”
Tony:
The Gourmet’s Dinner
Tonight is a great feast,
Fork in hand, glass of wine.
We settle down with appetite,
Ready to bite the life… and the roast!
The soup makes us eye,
The cheese rolls on the threshold,
And on the plate, a sacred dish:
A gratin that smells of voluptuousness!
But suddenly, drama on the tablecloth!
The cat jumps, steals a paw
From leg, without the least remorse…
Goodbye dinner, hello disorder!
We laugh, we complain, we drink again,
To the stolen feast, to our wrongs,
Since after all, this sweet dinner,
It’s mostly laughter and love !
Dinner is at 7 o’clock
I watch the dial like a hawk
Now I’ve never been a sinner
And I’m never getting thinner
But don’t put my food in a lock
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At the table we meet and greet
It’s time to talk and eat
As we are served dinner
There is one clear winner
Beef stew cannot be beat.
Mary dreamed of being thinner
Ate only cabbage for dinner
Her odor is not pleasing
Had a dress couldn’t squeeze in
Now sad, she’s never a grinner.
There once was a chef with a winner,
Whose dishes could make anyone thinner.
With flavors so grand,
And a well-planned hand,
They crowned every meal with a dinner!
I offered to prepare my girlfriend a dinner
I promised her it would be a sure winner
But something went wrong
So she banged on the gong
Said she’d return when I was no longer a beginner.
Rall:
poor old george was a klutz
forever serving up mush
he was such a dear sweet thing
so i had to carry on and grin
saying thank you darling what a lovely lunch
lying through my teeth
when it comes to the crunch.
Liver and bacon for dinner,
Most definitely on to a winner,
Mash and cabbage as well
And the gravy so swell,
The diet can wait to get thinner!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
Breakfast, dinner, tea
Three delicious meals for me
You can keep your lunch
That meal they call brunch
And don’t get me started on afternoon tea.
At a swanky bistro in Cannes
Dinner didn’t quite go to plan
Cos me and my fella
Both caught salmonella
Due to undercooked coq au vin.
Finicky appetite
And nothing here seems right
Need a winner winner
hearty chicken dinner
We order out tonight.
He so looked forward to dinner,
In his heart he would love to look trimmer.
Roast, chops mash, and chips,
Will sit comfortably on his hips,
None will help him to be thinner.
dinner for one
table or recliner
maids coming in one week
clean house
for sons return i seek!
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Esther Chilton 
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