I hope you all had a great weekend. Here’s a fresh limerick challenge for you at the start of the week. Your word this week is:
RENT
Last week’s prompt was DAD. You came up with some brilliant limericks:
There once was a shiny, bright lad
and a damsel his mom said was bad
and a dragon, much worse . . .
I forget the next verse . . .
but whatever it was, he’s the dad.
A girl had a fabulous dad
She never really made him mad
She did all her chores,
Her homework and more
Which made her great daddy so glad!
Nicola Daly:
There was no getting me on that plane
Once it started a downpour of rain
Now it’s just too bad
I won’t see my dad
Why couldn’t he just live down the lane?
About the invention by Dad?
Turned out it was only a fad!
It didn’t work
And he felt a berk
And that made Mom really sad!
I’m one lucky son!
In the “dad game” I’ve won
Put to the test
He’s the very best
And is a young 91!
A day on the beach with my dad,
Was the most fun that I ever had.
But when I recall
The best part of all…
It just leaves me incredibly sad.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a young man who was late
To get his girl home from their date
Her dad with a gun
Said listen up son
I hope to the church you’re not late.
There once was a man from Baghdad,
who was so cool (and possibly rad)
his IQ was high,
add to that he was fly;
but, the down side, he liked his jazz, trad.
A dad with a comical grin
Wore socks pulled up past his shin
He danced with a mop
Didn’t know when to stop
Now YouTube has made him a win!
There once was a fellow quite sad,
Who’s half empty view of life was bad
He pounded his chest,
Screaming how to be best.
Until he was finally floored by his dad.
Everyone remembers my dad
I think he’s the best one I had
He took me fishing
And I was wishing
Hope he stays, cause he isn’t bad!
The serious one
The word headed the top of his pad,
Thoughts were all that he had,
So much he wanted to say
On this very special day
To his precious and loving Dad.
Kate in Cornwall:
My dad used to wear lederhosen
At parties to cause a commotion
For us kids he would act like a twit
And was well-known for his jokes and his wit
A better dad I could not have chosen.
He woke up one morn feeling sad
He had lost all the hair that he had
No longer hirsute
Would the girls find him cute?
Or as ugly and bald as his dad?
There once was a dad from Peru,
Who painted his sneakers bright blue.
He danced in the rain,
Like he’d gone quite insane—
But the kids said, “That’s just what dads do!”
Our dad, as a cook, was quite bad
He was always trying out a new fad
He burned all the meat
Dropped the grill on his feet
He quit cooking and now we’re all glad!
Oh Dad, oh Dad, oh Dad
I’m trying to not be bad
But climbing a tree
Every one I see
Just really makes me glad.
***
Dad once told me to think
Before I spoke .. I think
But I wasn’t listening
And the ice was glistening
So out I went on the rink.
I could always make him mad,
I was always so very bad.
But he never waivered,
I was always favoured.
How I miss my beloved dad.
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Esther Chilton 
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