Happy new week. I hope you had a nice break over the weekend. Here’s your new limerick challenge. Your word is:
FELL
Last week’s prompt was BLOCK. You came up with some really great limericks:
Nicola Daly:
He thought he was making it rock
When he did the dad dance on TikTok
Adoring the fame
And feeling no shame
Until the kids blocked his mouth with a sock!
There once was a guy named Todd
Who loved his fast hot rod
It’s huge engine block
Really did rock
Everyone else seemed a clod.
There once was a cat on our block
Who fancied a stroll ‘round the clock
He’d leap and he’d pounce
With each step he’d bounce
Till he napped in a sunbeam — what shock.
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WordPress launched a new editor named Block
A lot of us balked and called it a crock
I thought it was a bust
The happiness engineers said I must
And it was easier to use than I thought.
There once were some thieves and a clock
with a sonorous tick for each tock,
but the thieves weren’t aware
that a lock was placed there
as a block of foul theft for our clock.
The sculptor was carving a block
Of carrerra marble, a rock
But his chisel slipped
And his patron flipped,
An armless Venus? He mocked.
There was a young girl on the block,
a new kid that was liable to shock,
but Lady Jane Greys
last no more than nine days,
and then the axe falls – what a crock!
Live long and … I’ve forgotten
It was unusual for Spock
To be unable to talk
But time after time
He’d fluffed his main line
“Most illogical, Captain … brain block.”
I’m old, toothless and bald
And there’s lots of mean things I’ve been called.
Yes, I’m easy to mock
So I’ve learned how to block
Stupid insults and I’m never galled.
Bryce was a fantastic jock
In football, famous for his block
He was handsome, you see
Boyhood epitome
Perfect but for stinky socks.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
I fear I have writer’s block
For I keep watching the clock
When I should just write
And keep my words light
To stop my confidence taking a knock.
Poor Janet had writer’s block
While writing her book, Taking Stock
So she went for a walk
Bumped into a stork
Who was wearing a taffeta frock.
There once was a man on a rock,
who’s world was only one block
He wanted to see more
but his heart hit the floor
When he misplaced his boat and the dock.
Tick tock around the block
the jock strutted around like a cock
He would crow and preen
’til it became obscene
So someone knocked him out with a rock.
Writer’s block
I sat down to write but hit a wall
stood up, stretched my arms tall
No ideas ready to vent
cognition was spent
Writer’s block sent me to the mall.
All the neighbors shopped on one block
Owners always kept wants in stock
Then Joe started helping himself
Stole his wants right from the shelf
Owners then watched Joe like a hawk.
Sanny M:
The road block loomed
Oh no! They were doomed
He swerved the wheel
Nerves made of steel
Then waved as past they zoomed.
I was jogging one day ‘round the block
I wore just one shoe and one sock
What did I care?
It was all for a dare
And last week I was wearing a frock.
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Hilarity therefore ensued
Hardly anyone thought it was rude
No one in shock
Though a few chose to mock
As I galloped around in the nude.
There once was a man called Jock,
Whose head ended up on the block.
He begged and he pleaded,
“I only took what I needed.
This has all come as rather a shock.”
One day a young fellow named Brock
Tried to run ‘round the block with a rock
To impress Susie Q
Who said “You’ll never do!
Let’s be real; you just aren’t a jock!”
A builder once danced on a block,
Wearing socks that would tick and then tock.
He slipped with a spin,
Landed right in a bin,
And popped up still smiling in shock!
Don’t email me! You’re blocked
Block Block Block Block Blocked,
Don’t message me! Your’e blocked
Block Block Block Blocked,
Don’t WhatsApp me! You’re blocked
Block Block Blocked,
You’re blocked on Instagram and blocked on Facebook,
Snapchat and X
You’re blocked, you’re blocked.
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Esther Chilton 
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