Laughing Along With A Limerick

It’s a bank holiday here in the UK. I hope you’ve enjoyed the extra time off. Now, onto your new limerick challenge. Your word is

CAPE

Last week’s prompt was TREAT. There were some very enjoyable limericks:

Nicola Daly:

Have you heard of the poet called Pete?
Then you’ll know we’re in for a treat
He arrives with a sky dive
And then does the jive
Problem is? He always trips over his feet.

Frank Hubeny:

Distracting Dog Treats

There once was a treat in a jar
on a shelf way up high very far
from the floor where he could
eat it up and he would
if he could get his nose in the jar.

Fandango:

Time for a Treat

Rover heard his owner say “treat?”
He spun around fast on his feet
He jumped, flipped, and rolled
Did everything he was told
Then exhausted fell asleep, he was beat

Graeme Sandford:

I thought I would give you a treat,
because your life just isn’t complete,
until ‘two’ Limericks soar
first one, then one more,
then fly down, your presence to greet. 

Susan Batten:

He said I was in for a treat
for those shoes would be great for my feet. 
They were clomping great boats
 just like carnival floats, 
but in two days they had the pain beat

The Limerick Guy:

I’ve been blessed – my Life has been sweet,
So I try to stay upbeat.
And if you say, “Life’s too short.”
Here’s my retort…
I believe Life is a treat!

Cathy Cade:

Dinner Time

It’s easy to get him to eat
a parasite pill in his meat
With biscuits beside it
I don’t have to hide it
The soppy dog thinks it’s a treat.

Squirreljan:

The old biddy from Bath desires a treat
Problem is that she’s allergic to wheat
Gluten-free cake is a yuk
She isn’t eating that muck
“Not that,” she screams, “Just give me something sweet!”

The Bag Lady:

Joe admitted diet defeat
Couldn’t resist the ice cream treat
So cold it froze his tongue
Started to choke while among
Unfazed crowd just looked at their feet.

Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:

A young man once decided to treat
His girl to an exclusive seat
She deserved to be there
In that special chair
For she'd cut off his 2 veg and meat

Silly Frog’s Blog:

Money Talks

A man with excellent insurance named Pete,
Had chronic toe fungus he was desperate to treat.
It’s tragic, not funny.
In hope of more money,
The doctor suggested he should cut off his feet.

The Afterlove Voice:

There once was a magical treat,
That danced when it landed at feet.
With sugar and cheer,
It whispered, “Come near,”
And melted away in the heat.

Scrambled, Not Fried:

Overbrunched Bliss

She treats me to what I need most:
Black coffee, triple omelets, and toast.
I’m one lucky guy!
Please don’t ask me why.
(Besides, I’m too bloated to boast.)

Lisa A Paul:

There once was a man who loved meat
It was his everyday treat
He ate chicken and ham
And occasionally spam
Just keep your hands back when he eats!

Cee Tee Jackson:

Out from the Shadow

I’ve always enjoyed a chocolate treat,
But the ends of my belt no longer meet.
So I’m now on a diet
(My wife said to try it
And hopefully soon, I’ll re-sight my feet.)

John W. Howell:

There once was a man with huge feet,
Who loved the sport shooting skeet.
He started to grumble,
When he had a slight stumble,
But the skeet thought it a great treat.

Murray Clarke:

My Best Friend

My Cockapoo, Bertie, loves a "treat".
Everywhere I go, he follows my feet.
I walk to the toilet - he's there too.
I really don't know what I can do!
And, if I sit down - he's plonked on my seat!

Pensitivity101:

He thought he’d give me a treat
With a pedicure for my feet,
I kicked and I screamed
All was not as it seemed,
Just ticklish in my seat!

Rall:

she’s in desperate need of a treat
would like it to be something sweet
an icecream or three
topped with chocolate hee hee
got buckleys still slaving on her feet

Lou by the Sea:

Treat time

Saturday is the night for a treat
I’ve worked so hard and been on my feet
A Magnum will do nicely
Chocolate creamy and icy
If I have two, my week is complete.

Pictures Imperfect Blog:

Spa Moment

There once was a goat who was fond of her feet.
When she got mucky and dirty she’d loudly bleat.
She hoped for help to get them clean.
The resident fleas were exceptionally keen.
They considered sucking her hooves a particular treat.

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

In December we decided to meet,
And go out for a Christmassy treat
Spiced mulled wine was enjoyed
And our mood was most bouyed
Till the ticket warden came round on her beat!

Kim Smyth:

I’m full all the way to my feet
But I so wanted a little bit of sweet
So I looked in the fridge
Found a choco-nut butter smidge
And was satisfied with my little treat!

Teleportingweena:

There once was a band with a beat
To hear them was always a treat
Your feet would be tapping
Your hands would be clapping
Soon you’d collapse in a seat from the heat

Tony:

It is necessary to treat others as one would like to be treated…

To treat, today, seems to mean reducing, pressing, simplifying excessively what requires nuance and memory. We treat nations as interchangeable interlocutors, we treat alliances as fragile clauses, we treat dignity as a negotiable detail.

However, treating is not possessing. By wanting to treat the world with brutality, some only reveal their own narrowness.

And in this almost imperceptible shift, one obvious fact remains: the way to treat others always ends up defining us.

Mark Fraidenburg:

Old Freddy went out for a treat,
A big slice of something quite sweet,
He ate the whole thing,
Like a gluttonous king,
And waddled back home on sore feet.

M.A.D. Works:

There once was a cat named Pete,
Who tap‑danced out in the street.
He’d wiggle his feet,
For one tiny treat,
Then bow as if claiming defeat.

John McGuiggan:

The big yellow bird from Sesame Street
is a genuine Easter children’s treat
he’s eight foot two with spindly legs
 and a much nicer treat than an easter egg.

Poetisinta:

There once was Donald so sweet,
Who promised a glittery treat,
'No war!' he proclaimed,
But nothing did change,
Just added some lippy to sweeten defeat!

The Elephant’s Trunk:

Sweet Defeat

A baker too fleet on his feet
Offered neighbors a treat oh so sweet
But he tripped on a tray
In a sugary spray
Now his cookies are paving the street

Treehugger:

Following a long hike in the heat,
I longed for my usual treat.
The boots are my sisters,
They have caused many blisters.
I yearn to soak my aching feet.

Utahan15:

treat on me
see cos woe
misery loved my company
a bump whoops
slow descent
pain add to bleed
and crust
and the taste is zinc and mercury

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