I hope you all had a good weekend. It was a cold one here in the UK, with some sleet and snow. Though the temperatures are now on the rise. Hope it’s warm with you. Here’s your new limerick challenge:
FARM
Last week’s prompt was CURL. You came up with some excellent limericks:
I’ve dismantled the lights and the bling,
put the tree carcass out by the bin.
froze remaining leftovers
till avoirdupois lowers.
Now curl up; hibernate until spring.
Don’t Let the Cover Fool You
There was once a girl named Pearl.
She was admired for her many beautiful curls.
All the males wanted to date her,
But she always sped by them in a blur,
For she was a conceited and shameless churl.
The day they made Tarquin an earl,
His son met a young Xhwntrad girl.
She ran for the door
When old Tarquin said Phwoar
Coz it made her appendages curl!
Curly Curls
Well, I don’t think I have much to say
about curls that girls display.
When each curl is true,
then the girl is, too –
so I thought – and still do – come what may.
Nicola Daly:
There once was a girl named Pearl
Walked with a spin and a twirl and a whirl
‘I have to do this,’
She explained to her friend Fliss
‘It’s the only way I can get my hair to curl!’
A Spin Too Many
There once was a fellow named Earl
Who tried giving ballroom dancing a whirl
He was spinning in a such a tizzy
Until he got quite dizzy
And finished the night in a curl.
Leg Day: A Cautionary Tale
There once was a curl for the legs,
That turned grown ups to wobbling pegs.
One confident rep,
Then regret took the step,
Now he walks like a table with pegs.
I’m in love with a wonderful girl
Who’s hair has a natural curl
Which I think is great
But she irons it straight
Not letting her wild curls unfurl.
From ‘Dark Cornwall’ showing ‘The Hurlers‘
When you travel to visit The Hurlers,
you have to remove all those curlers;
put your hair in a hive,
be the first to arrive,
and watch out for the Viennese whirlers.
Susan Batten:
The Curl Girl
The coiffeuse was some feisty girl:
she set up her place, “Cut and Curl”.
With clients so willing
she soon made a killing
and finally married her earl.
Hairy Larry
There once was a bachelor named Larry,
Who did all he could to be less hairy.
Shaved each bushy curl,
Hoped to meet a fine girl.
But his eyebrows remained just too scary.
There once was a surfer in curl,
Chasing waves with a Rip Curl-style swirl.
From Bells to the shore,
He laughed, wiped out more,
Still grinning as barrels unfurl.
The once was a man named Earl,
Who wanted a sport he could twirl.
He thought each day,
Of the games to play.
Then settled on the ice with a curl.
Resolution Curls
Our Freddie proclaimed with a whirl,
“This year I’ll be king of the curl!”
But by January two
His resolve was through
and now his couch is where he’ll curl!
The villain gave his whiskers a twirl,
Then twisted his lips with a sneer and a curl.
He paused to reflect,
His ways to correct,
And promptly married a sensible girl.
Murray Clarke:
Earl was madly in love with a girl named Pearl.
The very thought of her sent him into a whirl.
She was tall and pretty and extremely witty,
But dressed like a tramp and could be quite bitchy!
She wore her long blonde hair in a curl which Earl would often unfurl.
There once was a woman called Pearl
Who wanted her hair to curl,
Which it did overnight
After a terrible fright
When she fell over her dog named Earl.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
Had hits like another called Burl
Their paths never crossed
But what if they’d tossed
Idea’s around; would your toes curl.
Lofty was a soldier who was actually very small
His comrade Titch by contrast was immensely tall
Curly got his name from having no hair at all
Not a single follicle
Not a single curl
Entirely bald beneath his hat
And shiny as a pearl
There was a curly fleece sheep
Who around the farm he’d creep
He’d come up behind you
Yell ‘baa-baa moo moo’
‘Cause he loved to make people leap.
There once was a poet named Curl,
Whose verses would twist, loop, and whirl.
Each line took a bend,
Till the rhyme met its end,
In spirals that snugly unfurl.
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There was once a little girl,
With a head full of curls.
She bounced down the street,
Till she tripped on her feet,
And sprang back up laughing in twirls!
A Pirate’s Blunder
A pirate with a curl of his lip,
Got set for a swashbuckling trip,
But he didn’t do as he oughta,
The vessel filled up wit wayer,
Hear him whistle as he goes down with his ship.
There once was a boy who had curls
Who was often mistaken for a girl
He knew his hair was long
But to cut it would be wrong
It looked so good when the wind made it whirl.
Sniffing around the dawghouse early in the morn’
The altered mind looks in here and is sadly torn
Throughout the day my mind is in a constant swirl
But since I finished I can lie down and let my tail curl
Knowing a new site and the Dawgpound DJ were born.
One winter day
The weather was grey,
it was a lazy cold day,
so what else to do
as mouse and no shoe
but curl up in the hay.
Baby admired for her curls
Seemed the cutest one in the world
But undressed showed no lack
Curls all over her back
Wasn’t no human baby girl!
You observe as the romance unfurls
When you fall for the one with the curls
And about you she yearns
Until one day she learns
All the stories about other girls.
I went to see the waves curl
High tide saw the sea unfurl
A tall, aged surfing guy
His board out, flying high
Then he fell off in a massive twirl!
The Curly Cat
My cat is a cute little sprite;
She shows me affection each night.
She’ll curl up beside me,
and then she will bite me
and insist I turn out the light.
Thar She Blows
There once was a woman named Pearl
Whose hair was a preposterous curl.
It was quite a surprise
When right before our eyes
The wind carried her off in a whirl!
On seeing my own baby girl,
On top of her head was a curl.
As she grew more of these,
I cut it with ease,
And keep it in a box made of pearl.
What should have been a graceful glide
Went all awry when the blushing bride
Caught her shoe in a vent
Splat! Down she went
And literally curled up and cried.
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Esther Chilton 
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