Happy Monday to everyone. Here’s your new limerick challenge. Your word is
CAST
Last week’s prompt was DIM. I really enjoyed the different ways you looked at this prompt:
There once was a fellow named Jim,
Who was the icon for proper and prim.
One day he left home,
Without his black comb.
Which made his bright light fade to dim.
Nicola Daly:
I’m sitting with the lights turned right down dim
So you can’t see that my haircut looks rather grim
She first rubbed my head with a hessian sack
Then took a bread knife and started to hack
She told me it’s her ‘special’ wash and trim!
Coming First
Gus was a little bit slow,
not the brightest bulb in the light show.
But their jibes he ignored,
‘cos when at the darts board
he beat all his mates.
Then he would glow.
There once was an athlete named Jim
Whose peers were convinced was quite dim.
But what they didn’t know
Is the sound, like a crow
Was when Jim sang a hymn in the gym.
Puppy Love
Caffeine critters like me love to howl in the night
Chasing my dreams under a moon’s starlit light
Paw prints left behind my AI future looks slim
As I start a new hobby and my star shines dim
But in my heart I know it will turn out alright.
Deep Thoughts On Dim Light
The dim light wasn’t bright as was right.
Were it bright I would dim it at night,
but it’s day, as we say
when dark night goes away,
when the sun that’s not dim is quite bright.
There was an old man loved to swim,
but the people, they all laughed at him;
in his crocheted pink cossie –
“He’s naked!” Or was he?
Because he swam at twilight, when it was dim.
Squirreljan:
Old Maude liked to sea swim in the dark
That way she could make her unique mark
Bathing in the nuddy
She’s no fuddy duddy
Oh no, it’s too dim, what’s that? A shark!
She swam in the sea after dark
A harmless enough sort of lark
And being no prude
She swam in the nude
With no sign of a dude (just a shark)
Under the stars (very dim)
She saw the approach of a fin
In comfort no more
She turned for the shore
For the shark had a lecherous grin
–
What had he got into him?
He had snorted the stuff on a whim
Now he’d lost all his swagger
Was beginning to stagger
As his world grew increasingly dim
There once was a man called Fynn
Who really was rather dim
He put on the light
And got such a fright
When he found a flea in his gin.
When he went down on a knee and proposed
Her true feelings were clearly exposed
Her expression was grim
He knew his prospects looked dim…
And it was apparent that he had been hosed.
Tony:
In the dim light of the evening, the world seems kinder.
Edges soften, certainties loosen, and even sorrow lowers its voice.
A dim room does not hide the truth; it reveals another way of seeing.
What is too bright often blinds us, but what is dim invites us to look longer, to feel deeper.
There are dim memories that ache like distant music,
dim hopes that refuse to die,
and dim stars that guide lost travelers better than blazing suns.
Perhaps we are not meant to shine endlessly.
Perhaps we are meant, sometimes, to glow softly,
dim, but alive.
Susan Batten:
The light was exceptionally dim,
so I couldn’t tell if he was trim,
for he might have been lumpy
or leaden or dumpy.
To suit me, he had to be slim.
Night Snack
In the dim lighting of one dark late night,
I snuck into the kitchen for just a quick bite.
Grabbed pate’ on a plate.
Smeared on bread it was great!
Next morning, the cat’s dish was nowhere in sight.
No Dim Lims Aloud
Dim Limericks aren’t what I write
(I try to give readers some light).
But once in a while
I smile at their smile
and I’m pleased to be losing the fight.
There once was a lantern quite dim,
With edges all tattered and trim.
It flickered all night,
Gave ghosts quite a fright,
Though its chances of shining were slim.
Knowing he was just a bit dim
Susan could not stop loving him
His eyes so blue
His heart so true
Adorable, her lover Tim.
There once was a poet of note,
Name of Hopkins – here’s what he wrote:
Light’s “a-dazzle dim”
(It made sense to him)
So whatever it is floats your boat.
The Lighting was too Dim for Tim
A brilliant young fellow named Tim
Found the lighting a little too dim
Tim bumped into a wall
He had a terrible fall
And now things look shaky and grim.
Murray Clarke:
There once was a man named Jim
Who liked to go to the gym.
He slipped on a beam –
Taking one for the team.
Now, wasn’t that incredible dim!
The light in the church was dim
As they gathered to sing a hymn:
Such a dire melody,
They filed out discreetly
For a pint at the Jovial Inn.
Rall:
the light was dim
was too late to swim
too bad it’s sport
need to make myself taut
to look a million dollars for him
Lou by the Sea:
Dim Sum
I’m in Soho just eating Dim Sum
If you’re around, have a treat- do come
It’s noisy, some din!
Take out or eat in
Just come and join me, we’ll have good fun.
Full of Vim
There once was a young man who wasn’t dim
And lived in Harare in the middle of Zim.
He spoke four languages and he could sign
but didn’t know what to do with his time.
So he learned to speak Shona just on a whim.
A dyslectic went out to eat
Reading a menu was quite a feat
Instead of dim sum
He said some sum dim, son
So the waiter blew out the candle neat
–
There was a guy named Jim
Whose eyesight was very dim
When looking at you or me
He’d mix us up – Oh gee!
Was he talking to me or to him?
–
Special Days come every year
Usually there’s nothing you should fear
Mardi Gras is fun filled vim
Bright and noisy never dim
And hoof beats of Fire Horse are drawing near.
A Chinese opera singer from Beijing
was sent to Huddersfield to sing
Each night, after his song had been sung
he dined
on Yorkshire pudding with beef dim sum.
There once was a voter named Nick,
Who groaned at each headline’s new trick,
“The outlook is dim,
The debates make me grim,
I’m utterly sick of this schtick!”
In the dim of the night he looked high
Saw a star explode in the sky
A Super Nova he’d seen
Which was bright green!
They called it the “snotty lime pie!”
Diminishing
At once there was a sea of red
Robots all absorbed what he said
Are the tides turning, it would appear
In 9 months will we cheer, cheer, cheer?
Or are we dim enough to continue to be mislead?
“The future is dim,” I would say
as I scrolled Facebook every day.
Got tired of the crap
and deleted the app.
My outlook improved right away.
Dreaming of Love
A gnome wrote a verse on a slate,
For coffee, love and especially a date,
He locked these fancies in his mind,
Put on a smart waistcoat and reclined,
Wishing for a helping hand from fickle fate.
For past struggles had broken his heart,
This explained the tales generations apart,
In the dim lantern's gleam,
Wisdom looked like a lost dream.
Still he hoped luck would eventually play its part!
Seeing Double
A scholar whose candle was dim
Found the text was a challenge for him
He saw double that night
In the fading of light
And his prospects for passing looked grim.
Poetry-Cabbage After Christmas:
Dim Jim
Foolish ladies, they followed Jim
(some weren’t ladies, merely followed a whim)
he broke their hearts, for he loved just one
(2 fled town before the rising sun!)
no manners, nor morals–Jim was dim.
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
There was a young man; name of Tim
Who was nice; but considered so dim
He would follow the crowd
Which was awfully loud
And into trouble would get nice dim tim.
Jim’s Story
There once was a man named Jim
who liked his life dark and dim
he hated the sun
the rain was more fun
On sunny days his life was quite grim
Jim met a nice girl named Susan
Who loved when the light shined right in
She hated the dark
but they still had a spark
So they married and had a son Quinn
Susan opened the blinds and the shades
Jim was happier when the light fades
They always had fun
But Quinn loved the sun
So now the sun Jim no longer evades.
dim is the view
i have of you
see she
made me feel alone s misery
so to cold yo yo off and away
both tomorrow and today!
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Esther Chilton 
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