Happy new week! Here’s a fresh limerick challenge for you – your new word is:
GRIM
Last week’s prompt was CHILL. You came up with some amusing limericks:
There once was a dude who could chill
So cool, he did not even need a pill
Never spoke a bad word
Good vibes only heard
He cheered everyone up at his will!
Nicola Daly:
There once was a wombat called Will
Who was seeking the ultimate thrill
He sky-dived from a plane
Landed on top of a train
And decided in future to just chill.
There once was a man from Brazil,
Who suddenly felt horribly ill.
He took Kaeopectate,
Hoping to get straight.
But ended up in a big chill.
Chill your bowl she said
The Chilli’s very hot and red
He ate a big gulp!
His eyes turned to pulp
Taste buds exploded, then DEAD!
If you offered a red or blue pill
One to be hateful, the other to chill
I’d swallow the blue
Choosing kindness toward you
While you bend to your king’s cruel will.
Squirreljan:
There once was a rescue dog called Snoops
Who ran around like a nutter in loops
To get him to chill
Didn’t happen until
He fell in love with a bag of Hula Hoops.
Though he said if I wanted to chill
there’s a pill I could take if I will,
but I don’t trust the guy
nor the look in his eye
nor whatever might be in his pill.
The man was in love with his grill
And to cook all the prey he could kill,
He grilled a fat deer
And said bring me a beer
Cause now I am ready to chill.
There once was a cat we named Will
Who lounged on the room’s windowsill
With a yawn and a purr
He refused to stir
Just living his life with a chill.
We moan when the weather’s too hot,
Whether we like it or not,
So learn how to chill
If you must, take a pill,
Before the whole world goes to pot!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There once was a grumpy old git
Whose party piece was just to sit
‘Til he took a pill
That helped him to chill
So he stood up and danced like a tit.
In a cottage on top of a hill,
Lived a fox with a very fine grill,
He cooked and he baked,
But for goodness’ sake,
Preferred nights when the air was just chill.
I’m seeing red and wanting to kill
Hubby tells me I’ve just got to chill
It’s the mother in law
Who needs showing the door
And If he doesn’t do it, I will!
How I wish I could chill,
My nerves put me through the mill.
It’s on my conscience,
It’s all made up nonsense.
But my tutor just gives me a thrill.
There once was a boy in a tree,
Who slept as he dreamt of the sea.
His blanket,
the leaves,
With branches as sleeves,
He snored with a chuckle of glee.
The birds sang him songs full of cheer,
A squirrel whispered jokes in his ear.
As dawn’s light would peek,
Through branches he’d sneak,
He was chill and that boy had no fear!
chill
lady
cos i watch
the thrill
delude
deluxe
and eatin it up!
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Esther Chilton 
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