You have two weeks to work on your limericks this time as I’ll be away next week. So I’m giving you two choices. You can work on one of the words or both.
Your words are
PRINCE
CLEAN
Last week’s prompt was FLOOR. You wrote some brilliant limericks:
Hello Individuality
You knock on a door
You walk on a floor
I gave it a minute
And tried to get with it
But mother’s rules are such a bore
Winning tickets make spirits soar,
No matter the size of the score.
Every horseplayer would say
It’s an exceptional day
When your tickets don’t end up on the floor!
As I stand on the solid wood floor,
as I walk to the open wood door,
there is more there to see,
but I don’t being me.
Let me change. Ah! Just did! I see more!
For the sake of all things I adore,
Let me rest for a while on the floor.
Oh, my back hurts me so,
Only one hour to go –
Really, I simply can’t ask for more.
A surprise waited on the floor
From my aging doggy and what’s more
She’d been sick
It was all ick
So I cleaned and walked it right out the door!
Susan Batten:
When I’d just finished laying the floor,
you will never believe what I saw –
that bump there was new!
In fact, there were a few!
You might say it was down to Sod’s Law.
Taking the Floor
For decades, we’d take to the floor,
waltz, rock, jive, samba, hip-hop and more.
till he came to blight us,
that cruel Arthur Itis.
But my hip op showed him the door.
Extreme Snoring
There once was a man with a snore
That rattled each beam and the door
He fell out of bed
Got a bump on his head
And woke up face-down on the floor
Wilf:
My feet are firmly on these floors
No matter how high I fly or how I open rich doors
my soul will remain firmly on these floors
Silly Frog’s Blog:
New Goal
As I’ve aged, cleaning house is a bigger chore
I don’t care about messes I can’t ‘spot’ anymore
If I stay in one place
I only see what I face
My new goal is just to stay off of the floor
There once was a creaky old floor,
That groaned with each step more and more.
At midnight it sighed,
As shadows would glide,
And whispered of secrets in store.
Floored!
She loved him, but couldn’t ignore
The sound of her husband’s loud snore.
But he dismissed all her pleas
And continued to wheeze,
So she forced him to sleep on the floor.
There once was a fellow name Moore,
Who had a voluminous snore.
At night when he slept,
He pinned his covers which kept,
Them from blowing onto the floor.
Rall:
she fell on the floor
it hurt galore
too slippery and clean
recently polished with mr sheen
the problem with being so poor
Rohini:
Mind the Floor
There once was a thought to explore,
That slipped through a crack in the floor.
I chased it all night,
But it fled out of sight,
Now I’m certain it knew something more.
Murray Clarke:
In days of yore, fair maidens swept the floor,
Whilst brave men roared and went to war.
These days, things are a little bit different –
Women are more educated and not so diffident.
And blokes can now do the chores . . . and so much more!
They heard him banging on the floor,
Swearing and cussing galore:
“Open up, let me in
Else I’ll cause such a din,”
Then he realised it wasn’t the door.
The Score
All alone fair Charlotte stood on the dance floor.
Back in the shadows they called her a cheap “wh…”
They wanted her out.
But she let out a shout:
“I’m here. I am woman, so now hear me roar!”
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
A young man who was learning to dance
With his partner, thought he had a chance
To waltz her 'cross the floor
And out of the door
In an awkward attempt at romance
The floor was a roman mozaic
Depicting two gods by a gate
Twixt them we see
A goat having a wee..
Archeologists laughed at its state!
Mean Joe Green swore and swore,
Then he’d cuss a little bit more.
Everyone moved out of his path,
Trying hard to avoid his wrath.
Hope he doesn’t give us an encore.
poetisinta:
There once was a gnome on the floor,
Who danced like you'd not seen before,
With a hop and a spin,
And a cheeky wide grin,
He out-shuffled the pros out the door!
John McGuigan:
on the very top floor
Of a plush hotel in Singapore
there worked a very generous whore
She gave discounts to ordinary solders and sailors
but charged double for
captains of their ships
and for their regimental Sgt. Majors
Lou by the Sea
The Mishap
There I was, prostrate on the floor
Some wolf whistled, some said ‘cor’!
A banana skin floored me
Big bruises-I’m flawed now, see?
My mother did frown as I swore
A Dog Paddling Through Life:
Not looking, bumped into a door
and my sandwich fell down on the floor
when out of the fog
came a big hungry dog
now I have a sandwich no more
I found an apple on the floor
Ate it all down to the core
Smacked my lips
Spit out the pips
Then opened the door and found four more
Treehugger:
As my Auntie took to the floor,
You could never call her a bore.
As she broke into song,
Dragging her husband along.
Poor man ,he dived for the door.
The mind is overloaded with junk galore
Everyday I just keep piling on more and more
Waiting on today's mail truck to finally arrive
To hear what my barks will sound like live
I impatiently pace across the Dawghouse floor
By the Gods!
A fellow from Asgard named Thor,
wanted dance moves the crowds would adore.
When he took a great leap
his cape wrapped ’round his feet
and his butt became one with the floor!
Richmond Road:
He just couldn’t take it no more
Good in bed, but by God she could snore!
But no end of Shakin’
Would his lover awaken
Till he pushed, and she fell on the floor
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
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Esther Chilton 
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