Esther Chilton

Happy Monday to everyone out there. Here’s to a good week – and also a new limerick challenge. Your word is

BATH

Last week’s prompt was SPROUT. There were some brilliant limericks:

Nicola Daly:

Gordon goat ate sprout after sprout
How many? He completely lost count
So it wasn’t any wonder
His tummy rumbled like thunder
Just don’t light a match, be in no doubt!

Fandango:

A Case of the Gout

An indulgent old fellow quite stout
Developed a case of the gout
His big toe began swelling
And he started out yelling
“I’ve grown a mahogany sprout!”

Graeme Sandford:

There once was a little Boy Scout
Who was heard one morning to shout,
‘My voice it has dropped,
my treble has flopped,
and my pubic hair’s started to sprout!”

Susan Batten:

When his bonsai decided to sprout
He observed the new growth with a shout, 
‘but that’s not quite the thing! 
You can’t just have a fling! 
If you do it again, you are out.

Kim Smyth:

There once was a young, tiny sprout
It would grow into such obvious clout
An apple a day
Keeps doctors away
But this sprout with such clout had his doubt.

Cathy Cade:

Doomed

Wond’ring why the spring seedlings won’t sprout, 
in the garden, I let the dogs out.
Little Ruff cocks his leg,
aiming at my seed bed, 
and the reason’s no longer in doubt.

Keith Edgar Channing:

The teenaged boy gave a great shout,
The first day his whiskers did sprout.
When he started to shave
He acted so brave.
At the first sight of blood, he passed out.

Frank Hubeny:

The Joy Of Sprouting

It might sprout if it only went out
of its shell and then looked all about,
saw the sun in the sky
and white clouds flying high.
If it did . . . well, it did with a shout.

Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:

A limerick is starting to sprout
In my mind; of that there is no doubt
Which way it will go
I simply don't know
All I have to do is let it out.

Silly Frog’s Blog:

Dilemma

I overheard my OCD neighbor scream and shout,
From her garden where she found one funky sprout.
“I hand-planted every seed!”
“I won’t sleep if that’s a weed!”
“But I’ll wreck that even row if I must pull it out!”

The Afterlove Voice:

There once was a shy little sprout,
Who pushed through the soil to peek out.
It stretched in the sun,
Said, “Growing is fun!”
And wiggled its green leaves about.

Cee Tee Jackson:

Hair Raising!

The balding young man from Broadstairs,
Was desperate to sprout some new hairs.
Red, white or blue,
Any colour would do,
He was a punk so could handle the stares.

Murray Clarke:

Just before you throw them out,
Don't forget the humble sprout.
They're full of vitamins C and K,
Improve digestion - eat every day.
Even better, my friends, than sauerkraut!

Pensitivity101:

His nickname at school was Sprout
As he grew up as well as out,
But he didn’t mind
As most people were kind
And knew what he was all about.

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He had depths many wanted to share,
The ability to genuinely care,
His smile flooded a room
With bright sunshine, not gloom,
A pure soul, and so preciously rare.

Rall:

he always did sprout such rubbish
threatens and promises to punish
lies like blow flies swarm from his mouth
has sex with a golf stick anywhere south
add a war to flavour his rotten fish
power and money his favourite dish.

Pete Springer:

When Penny Twiddle started to act out
Her teacher, Mr. Pickle, gave a shout.
But that didn’t faze the little lass,
She just gave him a little more sass.
Another visit to see the principal, no doubt.

Lou by the Sea:

The Unloved Sprout

Let’s consider the unloved sprout
At Christmas it carries more clout
Jazz it up with bacon
Sauteed and then shaken
But still you’d rather be without.

Pictures Imperfect Blog:

Vegetable Snob

I could not would not avoid the obvious German rhyme:
A stuck-up vegetable styled itself as a Brussel sprout,
And claimed to be Belgian – but there was some doubt.
When challenged it shouted: “So you think I’m German?
Tarnation, you turnip, just call me Hermann.
I cannot deny it: YES! I am a Kraut.”

Teleportingweena:

A cabbage sprout wanted to be big
So he ate and grew like a pig
And soon he reached the size
To ultimately win the prize
He became sauerkraut with a jig.

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She waited for her buzzoms to sprout
When they did she gave a loud shout
Then her mama said listen here dear
You really need a brassier
And of this there really was no doubt.

Kate in Cornwall:

Don’t leave that vital stage out
It doesn’t bear thinking about
Mung beans need soaking
And no, I’m not joking
You can guess where they’re going to sprout!

The Bag Lady:

The pig had an extra large snout
It helped as he ate every sprout
His appetite keen
The biggest I’ve seen
Comes handy when carving him out.

Life Lessons:

Time of Death?

There was a young woman from Hall
who died jumping over a wall.
T’would have been a sad thing
if she’d died in the spring,
but she didn’t. She died in the fall.

Tony:

And you will grow,

Beneath the ancient sleep of the soil, where shadows of forgotten seasons drift like wandering ghosts, a green sprout awakens with the audacity of a secret. No trumpet announces its birth, no kingdom awaits its crown, yet it rises with the quiet rebellion of life itself. Through the dark patience of earth and stone it stretches, trembling but undefeated, as though the universe had hidden within that fragile blade a whisper older than time.
Grow, even where the world believes nothing will ever live again…

Dog Paddling Through Life:

the little seeds started to sprout
before long the plants were quite stout
how quickly they grew
then before we knew
the deer came and cleared them all out.

John McGuiggan:

Richard III was a secret vegetarian
He kept it from his troops, his archers and his spearmen
But at Bosworth the soldiers found him out
When they heard King Richard’s desperate shout
A sprout! A sprout! A sprout!
My kingdom for a sprout.

Therapy Bits:

There once was a chef with a sprout,
Who claimed it could help him think out.
He sautéed it with flair,
Tossed salt in the air—
Now his recipes really sprout out!

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

In the spring things begin to sprout..
There’s lots of daffodils about
Then the deer come along
And eat all day long….
No wonder the gardeners shout!

Poetisinta:

Bad Ending

There once was a bulldog named Sprout,
Who chased every bee round about.
He stole their honeycomb,
Tried dragging it back home -
That's how he came to a sticky end there's no doubt!

The Elephant’s Trunk:

Inside-Out

An explorer from Sector Re-Doubt
Watched a Martian remarkably sprout
With a green leafy head
“I’m a planet!” it said
And turned itself fully inside-out

Sexagenarian Scribbler:

Overcooked sprouts are not meant to be
Destroying all those vitamins K and C
They should be al dente
With goodness a plenty
Done to death doesn’t do it for me.

Treehugger:

There’s a blockage in our spout,
We poked and pried, but nothing came out.
Was it a stone or a mouse?
What had got into the house?
The culprit was a tiny wee sprout.

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