Hi there. I hope you have a great week. Here’s your Monday limerick challenge. Your word is
FOLLOW
Last week’s prompt was CRAZY. You came up with some hilarious limericks:
Nicola Daly:
There once was a mouse called Maisie
Everyone thought she was lazy
in fact she lay in the hay
And smoked dope all day
Until the world began to look all hazy.
Squirreljan:
There once was a pretty dog called Daisy
Who was really incredibly lazy
Then Snoopy arrived
And somehow contrived
To make our lazy Daisy go crazy.
There once was a man so crazy
He walked round town in a dazey
The smoke he toked
Was laced with dope
He’s so slow at walking, he looks lazy.
Kate in Cornwall:
Albert’s love of the jazz man, Count Basie
Was not shared by his young wife, named Daisy
She much preferred rap
Which he told her was cr…rubbish
He should’ve known their huge age gap was crazy.
“That is crazy!” I thought though it’s true
like the fact that the blue sky is blue
like a gift from above
like a message of love
like an answer just waiting for you.
On this subject, I have expertise.
There are people you just can’t please.
I don’t let them faze me.
They can’t drive you crazy…
If you don’t let them have the keys!
Love Only Goes So Far
I once loved a handsome man who was lazy,
Whose past was somewhat hazy.
He asked if in my home he could stay,
Although he couldn’t my bills help to pay.
I answered, “No! You must think I’m crazy!”
There once was a lady named Daisy,
Who’s memory became quite hazy.
She wanted baked bread,
But bought bricks instead.
Her sandwiches are quite crazy.
There was a brave starlet named Maude
who loved driving fast and off road.
When people screamed “Wow!”
and kept asking “How?!”
She said: “It’s just my crazy mode!”
Patsy Cline sang, “Crazy, I’m crazy for feeling so blue…”
But my grief? – is less about losing you!
More about shock from ending any human connection
Severing causes a bleeding that leads to the new direction
Though it hurts, I’m actually really glad we’re through.
Murray Clarke:
I once knew a pop singer who called herself Mazie,
Her outrageous lyrics sent the men crazy!
She lived with her cat in a house built of wood,
And composed hit songs as best as she could.
However, in private, she was certainly no lady!
He thought he was going crazy
When his vision became all hazy,
But an eye test revealed
It was not a big deal
And he was never again called lazy.
“Crazy” the word of the day
Describes the world you say?
It’s madder than that
News knocked me flat!
Alien invaders on the way!
Rall:
you drive me crazy
cos your hair is wavy
i think you’re so cool
oh yes i’m a fool
marry me please
let’s make a baby
Had a Pet Squid
There once was a girl named Daisy
Who many considered lazy
She dined on French fried red ants
And stored frosting in her pants
Of course, most thought she was crazy.
Kings and Things
There once was a blogger named Daisy
Whose blog posts were confusing and hazy
She would write about things
Like round tables and kings
But all of her stories were crazy.
There once was woman so lazy
she thought that all work was just crazy
She lay ‘neath a tree
eating biscuits and tea
and for fun she would pluck a few daisies.
Maybe He Shouldn’t Have Said That
My memory seems a bit hazy,
but I recall he claimed I was crazy.
I said, wanna bet?
You ain’t seen nothing yet!
Now, Your Honor, he’s pushing up daisies.
Crazy, like a box of green frogs,
or the one-legged peanut that jogs;
like a puffin in June,
who howls at the Moon,
or the one-sided reindeer that blogs.
The Wind in His Sails
Remember the wild pirate Black Bart,
He though his face a work of art,
HIs crew said, ‘you’re crazy’,
Then his eyes went all hazy,
Until he farted, and blew his whole world apart (as well as his pants!)
“You’re crazy,” I said to my mate.
“If you think that I’m staying out late.
So let’s get in the car
And drive home from the bar,
‘Cos I’m not missing Bake-Off at eight.”
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a young man who was lazy
Who thought rushing about was just crazy
Until the day he was late
To pick up his date
Who was mad; and known as crazy Daisy.
Theres no crazy paving in the gardens of Broadmoor
Despite the inmates’ cravings
The paths are straight and sure.
The paths they lead to nowhere
And double back again
They’re designed to stop the inmates
from discovering they’re insane.
All Aboard!
There once was a train, quite insane,
Whose wheels spun out in rain.
It jumped off the track,
Did a crazy loop back,
Then yelled, “Hey! Let’s do that again!”
There once was a pig slightly hazy,
Whose antics were wildly crazy.
He’d dance in the rain,
Then sing on a train—
That wonderfully wacky old daisy!
It’s time again for the witches ball
A cackle goes out for one and all
The full moon will drive you crazy
The witches skirts flimsy and lacy
Will you answer the Halloween call.
I may be going a bit crazy,
And my memory’s becoming hazy,
My candlelit dinner,
Didn’t prove to be a winner,
As I kept calling her Maisie instead of Daisy.
crazy
gone
like me just john
and his critical son tom
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Esther Chilton 
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