Esther Chilton

I hope your Monday is going well so far. It’s time to get you smiling – here’s your new limerick challenge. Your word is

FLOOR

Last week’s prompt was BOX. There were some excellent limericks:

Nicola Daly:

I saw the funniest thing in a box
It was a fox wearing pink socks
With a growly voice he crooned:
‘Look at me babe, I’m kinda marooned
So come on over, feel my abs – they’re like rocks!’

The Limerick Guy:

Ashes to Ashes

When I die, the burning question will be
What is my family going to do with me?
Have me fossilize into rocks?
I’m thinking outside the box…
I want to go up in smoke actually!

Frank Hubeny:

Help!

Like some rocks in a black and blue box
I discovered the truth of hard knocks.
Being knocked all about
I had no breath to shout
except, Help me get out of this box!

Keith Edgar Channing:

There once was a young dancing girl
On point upon mother-of-pearl
When a crafty old fox
Touched the lid of the box
And said, “come on, love, give us a twirl.”

Susan Batten:

We clambered all over the rocks
 in our dripping wet carnival socks. 
It had been a good night 
(if you leave out the fight), 
but my mum says I’m out of my box.

Cathy Cade:

Boxing Clever

There was a young boxer called Fred,
too short to reach Big Butch’s head.
Not cowed whatsoever,
Fred knew to box clever,
and pounded his midriff instead.

The Bag Lady:

Sue, part of the zoo keeping team
The reptile too close made her scream
The snake raised to its height
Sue was scared at the sight
Then woke, grateful it’s just a dream

Wilf:

When I was young I came home with a Fox
My mum screaming out loud
Put it in a box

Silly Frog’s Blog:

New Victim’s Box

When Dr. Seuss refused to eat green eggs with a fox,
He was unaware he put them in a “victim” box.
A new oppressed group was born.
I’m here trying to forewarn.
Leftists soon will find THAT cause to throw more rocks.

The Afterlove Voice:

There once was a curious box,
Guarded by three grumpy locks. 
It rattled at night, 
Gave shadows a fright, 
And out popped a pair of bright socks.

Squirreljan:

There once was a white rabbit who lived in a box
Because he was scared of the terracotta fox
Who gave wildlife a fright
By hiding in plain sight
With the other statues. Oh, how the real fox mocks.

Cee Tee Jackson:

All Clogged Up

There once was Dutchman called Klohs
Who ran the Amsterdam 10K in clogs,
And dressed as a crow,
Which just goes to show,
He was mad as a box of frogs.

John W. Howell:

A man who lived in a box
Loved his bagel and his lox
Till that time,
He had only a dime,
And a hole in his last pair of sox.

Rall:

a box in the ears
is what he most fears
from his bad tempered wife
always on for a fight
a hellish life full of tears

Rohini:

Sir Whiskers Unboxed

There once was a cat with a box,
Who swore it was guarded by fox.
He’d leap in with pride,
Then get stuck inside,
And demand we call locksmiths in socks.

Murray Clarke:

They say that "It's cruel to be kind" is a paradox.
I know that's simply thinking outside the box!
Changing the subject: I really like animals -
Anything with four legs - like furry mammals.
Yes, I'm as strong as an ox - if not a little unorthodox!

Pensitivity101:

So many things come in a box,
From chocolates to novelty socks,
They hold paints and glue,
Cats sleep in them too,
And in gardens they’re handy for rocks.

Pictures Imperfect Blog:

You Never Know What You’re Gonna Get

Once in the woods a mouse met a fox.
The mouse was a male with long flowing locks.
The fox was also a boy.
And at first they were coy –
Then they thought of their life as a chocolate box.

Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:

There was an old man who would box
With nowt on his feet; even socks
The style he did pick
Included a kick
For which boots would have just felt like rocks

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

There was an old doctor who flew
In a small police box coloured blue
Through space he floated
In time which he noted
Which was why he’s called Dr Who!

Annette Rochelle Aben:

She’ll Nail It

Coming from inside the box
She heard groans and occasional knocks
With a feeling most sinking
She began over thinking
To keep him in there, did she have enough locks

poetisinta:

In a box sat a colleague quite huge,
Forcefully trying hard to seem proper, not crude,
Alone in that space,
With a serious face,
Fear made him tremble until laughter ensued.

Teleportingweena:

On my porch one day was a box
A surprise sent to me from the fox
So I took it inside
No need to hide
The contents turned out to be socks

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My friend the fox is so funny
He sent me a box full of honey
When I was sick in bed
He sent me some bread
And an envelope full of money

Tony:

Pandora’s Feast,
In the box lies a world that is believed to be closed,
but emptiness speaks better there than overflowing feasts.
We put away hunger, we forget the taste,
and the man, greedy for illusions, locks himself in it.
O derisory box, box of our excesses,
you contain less bread than vain thoughts,
for he who leans over it seeks to feed himself,
and often finds only his own appetite in it.
So goes the mouth before the mind,
she opens the box,
and closes the world.

Dawgy Daddy Responds:

I sit and enjoy some Indica to end another hectic day
Waiting on tomorrow to see what games you will play
The brummagem feelings you display has me at a lost
Your false loyalty is no longer worth the ongoing cost
I box up my feelings knowing this is the price I must pay

Kim Smyth:

The man in the box was named Jack
He put dangerous foods in a sack
The kids cranked the handle
He pops out with a candle
Nearly giving them a big heart attack!

Utahan15:

box a crate of rocks
the kite i want
now and then
so fly me a four side
crate and be on time
not annoyingly late!

Priorhouse Blog:

Artist once again known as Prince

I opened my box with Prince music inside,
Old CDs spun and took me for a ride.
Through lyrical highs and lows,
And love’s ebb and flows,
I smiled cos Prince had not fully died.

Richmond Road:

Come hither my sweet Goldilocks
Grab a bottle of booze from the box
Let’s stop all this thinking
And start heavily drinking
Then we’ll lie down and sleep to detox

John McGuigan:

The cricket ball that’s bowled is hard
and yours are not
So, for safety’s sake
When going out to bat
You should always wear
a cricket box

Lesley Scoble:

There once was a crafty old fox
who liked to sleep all day in a box
he’d snore loudly and then
dreaming dreams of the hen
he’d jump out like a jack-in-the-box

Brazanne Muse:

my husband once learned how to box
danced all round the ring in red socks
when jabbed in the eye
I started to cry
threw the towel in between all my sobs

M.A.D. Works:

Outside the Box

There once was a thinker named Rox,
Who refused to stay trapped in a box.
She stepped past the frame,
Set her own rules to claim,
And now all of her limits unlock.

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