I hope you all had a fantastic Christmas with family and friends.
Here’s your new limerick challenge as we build up to welcoming in a new year:
DOOR
Last week’s prompt was HOLLY. You came up with some more fabulous Christmas limericks:
Holly and ivy aplenty
Orange with cloves is quite scenty
Light from a star!
Let’s just say we are
Yule season’s top cognoscenti!
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I awoke with much stretching and yawning,
At the point when the day was just dawning.
I tousled my hair,
But don’t really care:
We’re going to France in the morning!
With the holly and ivy we go.
Grab a kiss under sweet mistletoe.
But is mistletoe sweet?
Well, the rhyme was no cheat.
May that kiss bring you bliss and love grow.
Love Can Be Such Folly
There once was a man named Jolly,
Who put up many sprigs of holly.
He’d hoped a kiss he could score
From the fair maiden next door,
But, alas, his effort turned into just folly.
Nicola Daly:
There once was a mule called Molly
Got caught short next to a bush of holly
Said, ‘I always wee
When I drink too much tea
Perhaps I should switch to Bolley.’
I love holly at this time of year,
Though it’s dangerous after a beer.
There was all kind of grief
When I sat on a leaf
And had prickles all over my rear.
A miser called Entwistle Solly
Had a plan to make lots of lolly.
He was said to be pleased,
Replacing paper with leaves,
Until his collecting included fresh holly.
If you want a girl that’s jolly
Go out with this chic named Holly
She’ll kiss you real sweet
Maybe give you a treat
Before you recognize your own folly.
A sled is a sleigh sort of trolly
Mistletoe is a weed. So is Holly
Christmas time is a scheme
A businessman’s dream
To believe otherwise is a folly.
There’s nowt either festive or jolly
’bout falling face first in the holly
that you dumped in the hall
brought for decking the wall
that you haven’t yet cleared from Diwali.
“To make a brolly out of holly would be a folly!”
said her jolly little dolly, to Molly,
Molly replied, “I cannot decide,
whether to run, or to hide;
or to buy me a tuppenny lolly.”
–
The dolly whose name it was Polly,
reflected for a moment upon Molly.
Then quietly she said,
“There is straw in your head;
which is sad, and leaves me melancholy.”
–
Molly was not bothered to fall,
she heard voices and answered their call;
one shouted, “Come quick!”
another, “Get stick!”
and a third it said nothing at all.
There once was a girl named Holly
Spent her vacations in Bali
Too much time on the beach
Her bank account now leached
When she got home was not jolly.
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Strategically placing holly
His wife also nude used ivy
They dressed for the party
The vines started smarting
Ripped vines off, crowd yelled oh golly!
Susan Batten:
No holly for me in this land.
It’s protected, you see,
and not banned.
I remember it well
with its strange Christmas spell,
though I can’t hold it now in my hand.
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The dark glossy displays in the wood
made you think that this plant was all good.
When you took it away,
then it ruined your day,
for it scratched you as much as it could.
There once was a lady from Balli
Who played in the show “Hello Dolly.”
She messed up her lines
One too many times
Instead of roses they tossed holly.
The holly bears the berry
Red and green and merry
Though very spiky
Which I don’t likey
It’s Christmas time (very!)
Murray Clarke:
In English, there are many words that rhyme with “holly” –
Like: dolly, jolly, collie and even Mollie!
But there’s one word that even farmers
Find hard to rhyme, and that is “pyjamas”!
However, rhyming “golly” with holly is surely folly?
There once was a girl called Holly
Who was always apparently jolly,
She was loving and kind
And didn’t seem to mind
When presented with a sister called Polly.
A limerick here on Christmas week
Three more days until we get to peek
To see the presents makes us feel jolly
Understanding the symbol of the holly
Let’s us pray for the guidance we seek
All year long we trip through the days
Sometimes struggling to find our way
Judging others a costly unforgivable sin
We constantly do it over and over again
Usually wrongwhile wearing a silly grin
Sweet potoato pie with a golden crust
And oyster dressing is always a must
In retrospect we look back and find
A peacefulness that relaxes our minds
When to the Lord our faith we thrust
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
A turkey called Holly did try
To escape her fate with a lie
Instead of gobble, a quack
Though webbed feet she did lack
She was also unable to fly.
Molly and Polly
requested of Holly
She find them a brolly
to shelter their trolley
laden with mince pies in their prime
The brolly was faulty
And Molly and Pollu and Holly
Realised ther folly
of relying on repetitive rhyme
A hedgerow grown thick with bright holly,
Deep green, with red berries so jolly.
The spines, sharp and quick,
Drew blood fast and thick,
And turned joy into grim melancholy.
I put up a sprig of green holly
Thinking mistletoe would be so jolly
My deception was clear
And no kisser came near
So I left in a huff on the trolley.
When I read the word Holly,
I recalled Skylar’s baby, life once jolly;
But hard times took hold,
In Breaking Bad’s dark fold,
Drawn to crime, to power, to folly.
Santa had a terrible folly
Sleigh broke so had to take a trolley
All the toys in his sack
Almost broke his back
But by golly, Holly got a dolly.
–
Pauly wanted a puppy collie
To find under a wreath of holly
Santa did his best
With all the rest
And the collie was there with a lolly.
Christmas Kitty
There once was a cat named Holly
Whose antics were lively and jolly
She danced on the sill
With grace and great skill
Making all laugh enjoying folly.
A Dickensian Christmas
Young Holly sold matches by gaslight,
Her fingers were frozen and clasped tight.
A rich man walked past,
Dropped a coin at long last
Said, “Merry Christmas! Now out of my sight!”
A Prickly Affair
Santa sat on some holly Christmas night,
So sharp it gave him a fright.
He jumped and did shout,
And nearly fell out –
While Rudolph just laughed at the sight!
showtunessal (on last week’s prompt SLEIGH):
Rudolph Slays the Day
Santa jumped out of his ramshackle sleigh.
Waving his arms around in dismay yelling about we have no time to delay.
The elves were off the chain and protesting in the driving rain
On strike demanding the gifts go by train.
Rudolph flew through the middle of the fray pulling a new sleigh and saved Christmas Day. Hooray!
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Esther Chilton 
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