I’m back from my break and ready to get going again. So let’s kick this Monday off with a new limerick challenge. Your prompt word is:
WARN
You had two weeks to complete the prompt while I was away. So I gave you two prompt words: CLEAN and PRINCE. You wrote such fun limericks:
A ‘Blintz’ – Does Jewish Soul Food Get Any Better?
It doesn’t take a whole lot to convince
This old Jewish American Prince,
When his Yiddish taste buds need thrilling,
It’s crepes and cheese filling…
You can never go wrong with a blintz!
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National Clean Your Desk Day
I can say with feigned humility,
My desk reflects my creative ability.
Pay the clutter no heed,
I always find what I need…
A clean desk is an exercise in futility.
Song To Our Prince
Our fine prince is a wonderful guy.
When he walks all the ladies say, “Hi!”
All the dragons do, too,
as he walks through the zoo.
What a wonderfully wonderful guy.
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He’s pretentiously, pompously clean
except when his rhymes are obscene,
but he’s doing his best,
so he said, then confessed
that his best is much better unseen.
Susan Batten:
Oh boy! I hate having to clean
– I never can see where I’ve been.
Yes, I want it “just so”,
all tied up with a bow,
but I don’t want to do it, I mean
-
They tell me that there is a prince –
all dressed up in satin and chintz.
This might satisfy some
but my motors don’t hum.
In fact, visions like this make me wince.
Charming
Like any young princess, I’d pray
that my prince would come someday.
But the cupid assigned me
must have been a trainee.
Prince Charming got clean away.
Humbled
There once was a haughty young prince
Whose ego made everyone wince
Then he fell in the mud
With a wet, heavy thud
He’s been acting much humbler ever since
Silly Frog’s Blog:
Popular PR Plan
As the Frog Prince hid under a log
At the bottom of a dark lonely bog.
His PR had been stalled
Until his new agent called.
Recommending he should start his own blog.
Until then, the prince had lived mostly unseen
Probably due to his reputation being pristine.
Knowing “bad boys” seem cool,
Get more ‘clicks’ as a rule.
Named his blog, “Eat My Mud” for a persona unclean.
It worked and the frog got his wish.
Getting noticed by even big fish.
When he greeted his fans,
He regretted those PR plans,
When a bass made him his supper dish.
There once was a lady so clean,
Whose house had a magical sheen.
She scrubbed night and day,
Till dust ran away,
And floors sparkled fit for a queen.
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There once was a charming young prince,
Who polished his crown till it winced.
With a bow and a grin,
He’d twirl and then spin,
And dance like he’d never been rinsed.
Tony:
The Little Prince of Cornwall,
In the golden silence of an evening without borders,
I met a Prince who spoke to the stars like distant sisters.
He tells me that men build walls when all it takes is a glance to inhabit the world.
His hands held the invisible with a grave gentleness, as if the essential weighed more than the stone.
I asked him from where his light came, and he replied: with a saddened heart.
Then I learned that growing up was not rising, but remembering silently.
The Prince smiled, and his silence offered me a path I had never been able to see.
Squirreljan:
There once was a supremely clean prince
Who, at the sight of a dust speck, would wince
Until he married a scruff
Who ignored all specks of fluff
And not a wince has been seen ever since
There once was a fellow named Quince,
Who said he was a full blooded prince.
He was not very clean,
and certainly mean,
The young maidens he fancies just wince.
Rall:
one day my prince will come
memories of dave brubeck such fun
well guess what happened
hopes dashed and flattened
he turned out to be a bum
Murray Clarke:
When I was young I dreamt of becoming a prince,
But I had a lisp and could only say “pwinth”!
Now I’m much older . . .
(And I suffer from a cold shoulder) –
All I’m left with, sadly, is my blue rinse!
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There once was a famous actress – a star of the screen
Who liked to keep her house oh so-so clean!
She bought bars of soap from the local markets
And scrubbed all the rugs and all of her carpets.
When she’d finished, she smiled and felt just like a queen.
The Prince felt that wealth was his right,
That he owned everything in sight,
But his attitude caused friends
To back off in their tens
Wanting nothing to do with his plight.
He ended up having to clean
Toilets and smelly latrines,
Made humble and low
He had nowhere to go
And wished hard for what once had been.
“Prince Charming… Prince Charming, are you clean?
Do you wash your hands, sir?”
“Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn, Mr. Clean;
but do you feel like a prince?”
You hear what I say;
but, do you know what I mean.
“Tonight I’m gonna party,
like it’s fourteen seventeen.”
There once was a princess who’d always wince:
I don’t want to marry, I don’t want a prince.
I am a woman with goals of my own
I don’t need a man next to me on a throne
So she became queen and has ruled ever since.
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A dapper young man was exceedingly proud of his stein.
He considers it to be the only one of its kind.
He always made sure it was clean,
Yet invariably called it a steen.
WRONG! But who cares if it is full of wine?
A prince of thieves was he
He knew he could get free
Of Nottingham’s castle
Was really no hassle
With Maid Marion he would flee!
–
Clean that grate said one sister
The ugly other laughed at her blisters.
Cinders cried so many tears
For so many, many years.
Till her Prince came and kissed her.
poetisinta:
A Frog’s Dream
There was once a frog rather green,
Who lived by a pond fresh and clean,
He dreamed every night,
Of the beautiful Snow White,
But woke to the same humble scene.
Then one day sat by the stream,
Came a kiss too good to be a dream,
His body stretched upright,
And to everyone’s fright,
He turned into a prince, tall and pristine.
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
Clean Prince
Our Prince likes his things to be very clean
He doesn’t use water or Mr Sheen
He licks clean his balls
Doesn’t pause for my calls
Fetch at dusk requires the balls to be seen
Over in biohazard bog
Lived an old ugly frog
He had warts on his toes
And a runny nose
All day he’d sit on a log
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In the Kingdom lived a lovely Princess
She wore silk and flowers in her tresses
But she had a temper so mean
When she saw something need to be clean
So she cleaned up that bog of it’s messes
Not Prince Albert
Each day begins with a clean slate
Writing our blogs is our daily fate
I don't proclaim to be a prince of delusion
I'm just writing about strange illusions
Waiting to see if you take the bait
Slamming coffee in the morning leaves me intense
As I clean the air around me with Patchouli incense
Waiting on spring to chase away dem' winter blues
I don't know how to end this post I have not a clue
I think I'll watch a show about a Bel-Air Prince
Olaf Sturlasson's Poetry Corner:
There was a young prince who would clean
His armour so it had a sheen
He had no desire
To hire a squire
For he was a miser; and mean
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A young princess who was fair of face
And conducted herself with such grace
Desired a prince
Who would not make her wince
At his antics which brought such disgrace
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An old woman who lived in a flat
Adopted an elderly cat
The cat wasn't clean
And never did preen
She'd just sleep in the old woman's hat
Richmond Road:
The Prince took a stroll by the stream
With the Princess, as though in a dream
They thought that they oughta
Take a dip in the water
And they came out deliciously clean
But clean though they both may have been
The sight was just slightly obscene
‘Cause as everyone knows
Prince and Princess – no clothes
With a crowd there enjoying the scene
Said the Prince to the Princess, “oh dear!
There’s a crowd that’s admiring your rear!
But it’s all good clean fun
Us both here in the sun
I just wish that they weren’t quite so near!”
She looked at the Prince and she frowned
And she dropped her clothes down on the ground
“I’m so clean that I’m glowing
With a body worth showing
Do you think that I should turn around?”
John McGuigan:
The prince was in his mansion house counting out his money
His wife was in the kitchen making jam and honey
She hoped to be a queen one day for she was married to an heir
But alas, her prince had now become a redundant royal spare.
Resa:
Well that was a nice bit of fun,
Esther you have done it again.
The poets are clean
Not one word is mean
Loving cup, a prize you have won.
Rohini:
His Royal Cleanliness
There once was a self-proclaimed prince,
Who bathed in cologne by the rinse.
He’d bow to the cat,
Tip his hat to a rat,
Then faint if his tea lacked a mince.
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There once was a fellow named Clean,
Obsessed with a spotless cuisine.
He polished his toast,
And vacuumed his roast,
Now his soup tastes suspiciously sheen.
The Elephant's trunk:
Scrub-A-Dub-Dub
A charming young heir known as Prince
Had skin that would make a peach wince
He stayed very clean
The brightest they’d seen
And hasn’t had dirt on him since
He scrubbed every day with such pride
With nowhere for smudges to hide
A royal at birth
He loathed all the dirt
And stayed strictly pampered inside
John McGuigan:
You must marry a prince if you have dreams of becoming a queen
And your past must be pure uncorrupted and clean
But beware of spares
that are fifth in line heirs
For he will ruin your schemes
and shatter your dreams
Treehugger:
Oh the handsomest of a prince,
Once came to sit on my chintz.
His shoes were not clean,
I enquired where he’d been.
Then I offered to give them a rinse.
Sexagenarian Scribbler:
Although still eighth in line to the throne
Prince Andrew ( as he once was known)
Lost his titles royal
For conduct immoral
That Big Brother could never condone
the prince is now a king
and here’s the thing
he came clean
and said a leader
needs to be responsible
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Esther Chilton 
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