Happy new week. Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word is:
BUILT
Last week’s prompt was SHOWER. You came up with some very good limericks:
Nicola Daly:
‘Just sort out a power shower!’
Screamed Rapunzel for hour upon hour.
‘I’m so full of despair
Can’t wash the conditioner from my hair,
It’s too slippery for climbing down from this tower!’
Clean Up Your Act
Horace discovered that a shower
Had some sort of magical power
To increase the amount of folks
Who honestly laughed at his jokes
Not holding their noses to glower
Those gentle showers in May
Bring flowers to brighten the day
But an autumn rain?
Quite the pain!
Cold and damp is not OK!
Kate In Cornwall:
Sweaty Steve installed a power shower
After his love-life turned sour
His girlfriend ran off
With a sweet-smelling toff
Now Steve takes a shower once an hour.
As I thought and I thought and I thought
in a shower of thoughts I got caught.
I had hoped to get clean
not stay dirty and mean,
but I still do not do what I ought.
Shower of Praise
I accepted your shower of false praise
Self-protecting fakeness often left a haze
I eventually learned your heart was not free for affection
Your guarded nature drenched you in deflection
Yet I came to love and accept you with a new gaze
–
For years I believed your shower of praise,
Though it left me drenched in a haze.
Your heart, held back tight,
Kept affection from sight—
Yet I love you in new, wiser ways.
Murray Clarke:
The time had come for the baby shower,
All her friends were there at the appointed hour.
There was Clare and Sheila, Margaret and Jill,
And Mary who wondered why she’d not taken the pill;
Little old Ruth who sometimes called herself Bill;
Not forgetting Aunt Lucy who gave her a pink flower.
There once was a man with no power,
Who attended seminars by the hour.
He wanted to be,
A hero you see.
But still gets lost in the shower.
The cubicle make her cower,
So she wouldn’t step into the shower,
Her paws and her nose
Were the only things close
And so she’d never smell like a flower.
–
But down on the sand
She’d charge in on demand,
Let the sea cool her feet
From the sun’s cruel heat
And return on a whistled command.
I’m not allowed in the shower yet
My cataract op means I can’t get wet
Water in my eye…?
I have to be shy!
So a wash not a splash is all I can get!
Rall:
april showers was a pop song sung
a lot when she was young
heard it on the radio the other day
wont sing that again no no way
too boring too dreary no fun.
After the Shower
There was a young man who lived in a tower
Who decided to take a very long shower
After a few days under the spray
He was very sad to say
It made his skin look like a wilted flower.
Ole Pete was so strong he had power
What he hated the most was a shower
He could lift up a sink
but boy, did he stink
Til’ they gave him a dunk and a scour!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
An old man who went out in the rain
Found himself in a whole lot of pain
He slipped in the shower
Laid there for an hour
Vowing never to do that again.
I sought to cool off in the shower
as a blackout disrupted my power.
Thought I’d feel energized
but got soap in my eyes
and the burn made me cry for an hour.
A fellow once sang in the shower,
His voice had a curious power.
The notes made a cat
Jump straight off the mat,
And flowers all started to flower!
Last night my baby gave some great advice
Listening to a song called “Roll the Dice”
She told me to demonstrate my lasting power
By offering to give her a bath instead of a shower
Imagine her surprise when I started to protest
Adding a little grin, knowing inside I was blessed
Wrapping her in towels made of nainsook cotton
It was a magical show that would not be forgotten
Strictly Not Dancing
The celebrities thought they were dancers,
But were really just comical prancers.
When they all took a dive,
As they were doing the jive,
They showed up as a shower of chancers.
There once was a quarter of an hour,
when I didn’t feel the need to go shower;
with grime inches thick,
and my hair a hay-rick;
why did nobody pick this pretty flower?
A Gnome Takes a Shower
A gnome took a shower one day,
With rubber ducks joining the play,
He slipped on a bar,
And flew high and far,
Now he’s known as the gnome of ballet.
Cousin Georgia has a superpower,
She does a dance and evokes a shower.
Sometimes rain, sometimes snow
Even hailstones made a show,
Which flattened her husband’s best prize flower.
Use Soap, Please
My boys would take a shower,
But afterwards, they’d still smell quite sour.
Having used no soap,
There wasn’t any hope,
That water alone, their scent would overpower.
There was a kitty named Meower
Who refused to take a shower
When it was time for a bath
You’d feel his wrath
With his claws out he scratched with power.
After a mishap with bread-making flour
My mood was matched by my glower
A powder-white oaf
I defrosted a loaf
Then basked in a steamy hot shower.
The old house lacking in power
Made it hard to have hot shower
The pipes mostly rust
Plumber eyed with disgust
All’s needed was a good scour.
You will know that it’s time for a shower,
When you’ve been at the gym for an hour.
If your tee-shirt is wet,
It’s a pretty fair bet,
That your socks will smell funky and sour.
A bird once worked many an hour
To build an exemplary bower
But was fair overwrought
When he saw the onslaught
Of a badly mistimed thunderous shower.
A priest once went up a tower
to ask for all blessings, a shower
but in vain did he pray,
as the Lord disobeyed
and gifted him only a flower.
–
A priest once went up a tower
to bring to his Lord just a flower
from the heart he did pray
and the Lord to this day has
been pouring all His blessings, a shower.
A noble lady from the shires
was overcome
with erotic desires
She wished to dance in the pouring rain
To shower naked with her chosen flame
he of course agreed
and removed his working suit
but kept wearing his wellingon boots.
There once was a sailor named Burt
Who was always covered in dirt,
They doused him in flour
so he took a shower
and now he looks good in a skirt.
He used to shower me with goodies galore
Sparkling diamonds, fur coats and more
But his generosity
Was just a novelty
So I’ve shown sugar daddy the door.
The queen liked to dream of her power
Up high in her ivory tower
She would gaze down below
Watch the world come and go
And sing to herself in the shower.
Splish Splash
A little gray mouse in the shower,
Got soaked by a gush with great power.
He splished and he splashed,
Then took off in a dash,
And hid in the drain for an hour!
Frightened, she started to cower,
Then suddenly began to glower,
The gentle soft drizzle,
Did not make her skin frizzle.
Now he’d installed a power shower.
I once met this chick
who was wild
told me she was kinky
and I smiled
stood above me
she smelled like a flower
that is, till she let loose
with a golden shower
trust me,
I was no longer feeling
beguiled
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Esther Chilton 
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