Thank you for your patience while I was away at the writing summer school. I hope you’ve had a great week. My challenges are back, but please bear with me while I catch up.
Your word this week is
EYES
The previous word was SHEET. Here are your limericks:
Nicola Daly:
Remember the witch from Carlisle?
Her sheets stink to high heaven – what a trial!
Because in this heat
She has such smelly feet
After running each day for a mile!
Ghost Roast
Here comes Dave – he’s as white as a sheet
Like that ghost he was bragging he’d meet
Creepy house on the hill
Cursed and haunted until
Someone stays alone one night complete
Only midnight – he didn’t last long
Makes me wonder whatever went wrong
What’s he whispering there
See his eyes – what a stare
Now he’s screaming a blood-curdling song
It was only supposed to be fun
Just a dare, not a mind ripped undone
Now he’s chanting a spell
This is nuts, what the hell
He’s delirious, leave him and run…
I look back, Dave is laughing out loud
Doubled over, he plays to the crowd
All the other boys jeer
At my panic and fear
Guess they got me – I hang my head, cowed
How to Write a Limerick Using the Word “Sheet”
If you must, make the limerick sweet
or at least make it jingle its feet
so the reader won’t cry,
make a fuss, wonder why
you forget in the end to use “sheet”.
Dave’s not Here
Hey Dave I need a square, I just took a massive Sheet.
Dave's not here, my names Pete
Uhh...okay I coulda sworn you were Dave
Hey Man, you got any pot man, that's what I crave !
No Man!!! I need some toilet paper you stupid stoned hippie freak!!!
Susan Batten:
There goes Teddy, my friend, just ahead of the trend, but as usual, three sheets to the wind. For a sensible bloke he’s a crazy old soak, doesn’t care if he’s whiskied or ginned. Graeme Sandford: A sheet can be used as a prop, and when from a window you drop, as you make your escape it turns into a cape, and so you become SuperFop. Sillyfrog's Blog: Read the Fine Print Tall Thomas ordered a fresh new bedsheet, In fancy colors he thought really ‘neat’. Like most orders online, We overlook details too fine. So, it looks great but fails to cover his feet. Murray Clarke: Old Farmer Gyles doesn't like the heat He tries to grow his wheat under a sheet. An idea , you'll agree, is extremely silly - Especially if the sunny weather turns chilly. But still he does it - which is no mean feat! Therapy Bits: There once was a fellow named Pete, Who tripped on a wrinkle in sheet. He cried, "What the heck?!" Then landed on deck— Now he’s tucked in, admitting defeat. - There once was a man with a sheet, Who wore it while dancing the street. He tripped on the end, And bumped into a friend, Then yelled, “I’ve been foiled by my sheet!”
Seems sailors call each sail a sheet
How they raise them has me fully beat
Each time that I sail
Each time, yes, I fail
Taste that, it’s what I call defeat.
Rall:
hall she wore was a sheet
when she turned up at the bar to meet
he got such a shock
he lost the plot
took off without shoes on his feet
The Afterlove Voice:
There once was a fluttering sheet,
Who dreamed it had wings on its feet.
It flew through the air,
Then landed… somewhere—
Now the washing line’s missing a sheet!
Cathy Cade:
Shameless Plug
Our Fens writing group was a wheeze.
Self-publishing would be a breeze…
(!)
We called our first go,
Where the Wild Winds Blow.
Three Sheets to the Wind’s one of these.
-
Sheets of the Stuff
It once would have been a pain;
we would have groaned, “Not again!”
But since prolonged drought
has dried us all out,
we’d welcome those sheets of rain.
Sheet Happens!
There once was a ghost - yes, he died! Who let his white sheet slip aside, He cried, 'Oh what bad luck! Now my haunting it's f... stuck - 'Cause everyone knows what's inside!' Teleportingweena: Pete the parakeet loved to tweet Even when his cage was covered with a sheet When someone came by Pete had to say hi His friends he did meet and greet
Oh Sheet
A clumsy young fellow named Pete
Got tangled all up in his sheet
He broke a couple of chairs
Tripped down the stairs
And landed flat-out in the street!
Author Jan Sikes:
The tangled sheet
Holds memories so sweet
I face the day with a smile
Stepping out in style…:)
Kevin Morris:
I met a young lady named Miss Keat
Who said, “let us meet under the sheet”.
I said, “dear Miss Hopp,
This is a furniture shop!”
She said, “my name is Miss Keat!”
Matilda turned red as a beet
Poor little girl had wet the sheet
Brother heard her yelp
And rushed into help
As always he acted so sweet
Boomcha:
A Sheet by the Sea
There once was a poet named Bree,
Who wrote on a sheet by the sea.
But a strong ocean breeze
Whipped her words through the trees,
And her poem took flight, running free.
John W. Howell:
There once was a man quite discreet,
Who wore quiet shoes on his feet.
He could sneak into places,
And surprise many faces,
Making some as white as a sheet
Pensitivity101:
Keeping cool in the heat
Depends where you put your feet:
When lying in bed
With a fan overhead
Keep your toes poking out from the sheet.
Lou by the Sea:
The Yorkshire Man
The Yorkshire man was shy, covering himself with a sheet.
Saying “Tha’ knows I can’t mek it till tha turns out t’ leet
He was very laid back
When struggling in the sack
Sighing, “There’s allus another day. Tha knows it be reet”
John McGuiggan:
A young man from Fleet had very big feet.
That’s already two words that rhyme with sheet
It’s not that I’m lazy it’s just that I cheat
For I often have trouble crafting a rhyme
And often I cheat just to save myself time
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Flurry of snow
Hammering of hail
Cold winds that blow
‘’A Great sheet of rain
Summer in Scotland
it’s always the same
Blind Wilderness:
A flea went as white as a sheet
When he thought he had lost his feet
He looked high and low
And then he found Flo
Who found them when kissing with Pete
Treehugger:
My exam paper was a sheet,
Unfortunately,I had decided to cheat.
My tutor was sceptical,
Studiously analytical.
Then scribbled the word ‘DELETE’.
The Elephant's Trunk:
Ghost Trip
There once was a ghost in a sheet
Who tripped on his own wobbly feet
He tumbled right down
To the fright of the town
And landed face first in the street!
Olaf Sturlasson's Poetry Corner:
A ghost who was white as a sheet
Thought he looked ever so neat
Hanging out on the line
When the sun it did shine
'Til the wind blew him off down the street
Mark Fraidenburg:
The last time Freddy ate something sweet.
He spilled it all over his favorite sheets.
an idea in his head
put a tarp on his bed
so he wouldn't have a messy repeat.
Kim Smyth:
You know I love a good beat
Even more I love a clean sheet
Fresh as a daisy
Makes me less crazy
And relaxed as I drift off to sleep.
Dog Paddling Through Life:
Oh, Dexter!
I wanted to make the bed neat,
but Dexter hid under the sheet.
While he purred and kneaded,
I begged and pleaded,
but gave up cuz he looked so sweet!
Sexagenarian Scribbler:
Three sheets to the wind he fell
Spent an uncomfortable night in a cell
Released without charge
By a reluctant sarge
Home with the hangover from hell
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Esther Chilton 
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