Happy Monday. Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is
CHEW
The previous word was FIRST. Here are your limericks:
Rall:
she would have liked to come first but couldn’t control her strong thirst she drank so much water it blocked her aorta her confidence shattered did burst
a healthy man went to a bike race
he tried hard to speed to the first place
but he lost his grip
and fell flat on trip
now he will finish last in the race
I didn't expect the memory to hurt this much But it stings so bad without your loving touch First off, I know I continually let you down Which brought a fight with too many rounds All brought on by liquor being my false crutch Graeme Sandford: The first line was having a laugh, the second was stuck in the bath; the third was a Dick, and the fourth became sick, but the fifth was a lofty giraffe. Frank Hubeny:
Second, First, Then What?
And so first I will try not to care
if second comes next or somewhere
perhaps after that third
who’s out chasing some bird
while the word that I chase rhymes with “there”.
Susan Batten:
At the tomb site he had to be first,
though he’d heard desecrators were cursed.
He hacked in through the wall –
then stones started to fall –
Death or glory? Prepare for the worst!
Dog Paddling Through Life:
The first thing I saw when I woke
was that my computer desk broke,
no doubt by a cat.
Did I sleep through that?
This must be some kind of a joke!
Dan Ince:
One of those days when I’m cursed
Even arriving here first
Open the door!
Please, I implore!
My bladder is fit to burst!
Murray Clarke:
Did I ever tell you I once had a thirst
For running a race and coming first?
I trained all day
Eating nothing but hay
And ended up performing worst!
First line is the best place to start
I really should take that to heart
Rushing headlong to third
Seems a little absurd.
Truth be told, it’s the way I do art.
If I’d autobiograpically define
The wild adventurous life that is mine,
It’s an overflowing cup
And “I can’t make this stuff up”
Would have to be the first line!
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At the racetrack, it’s best to come first.
But in the bedroom, first is the worst.
She’ll think you’re a dud
And your career as a stud…
Let’s just say, that bubble will burst!
Pictures Imperfect Blog:
The one about the super mum
There once were sextuplets who all were nursed By their very own mother who suffered from thirst after this very exhausting chore. She emptied a bottle and then some more, Turned to her brood and yelled: “So, who’s on first?”
The Contest
A beer drinker who had a great thirst
Entered a contest hoping to come in first
He was doing quite well
But then it all went to hell
When suddenly his appendix burst
The Afterlove Voice:
There once was a woman who came first,
Whose need for her coffee was cursed.
She raced for the prize,
With fire in her eyes—
But reached for the coffee mug first!
Cathy Cade:
On The Road
For many years now I have nursed
a hunger to travel – a thirst
to motor all night
until morning’s light.
But I must pass my driving test first.
Ruth Blogs Here:
Take It Back...
Don’t blurt out your first thoughts on a whim
Though your mind may feel full to the brim
Take it back from the brink
Be more cautious and think
A more measured approach is less grim
Colours Of Blue
To have a good run in the race
Fiona painted her face
war colours of blue
and ribbons so new
she won her medal for first place.
John W. Howell:
There once was a man with a thirst,
Who’s bladder was all set to burst
He drank so much water.
He thought that he otter,
Have located the men’s room first.
Pensitivity101:
She stood tall in her place
Pride written all over her face.
Her heart fit to burst
For coming in first
In the junior three legged race!
Peter Bouchier:
Autumn Trophy
The earth is taking
revenge on people with luxury problems
who eventually destroy more
and more nature
with all their systems.
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Mother Earth is taking revenge
on people trying to quench
their endless thirst
for luxury first
comfortably claiming their bench.
Lou by the Sea:
Oops!
My cousin’s always the first; It’s such a bore
Like it’s compulsory, or even the law
Whether romance or games
It’s always the same
Oops! I tripped him, as he ran first through the door
poetisinta:
Anybody There?
There once was a skeleton with some flar,
Who first clicked ‘Join’ then froze in mid-air.
His ribs they cracked,
And his jaw did clack,
Then with a a scare he dropped into his chair.
He waved his bony hand in despair,
When he found there wasn’t a soul there.
There was not a sound,
The Wi-Fi’s six feet underground,
Still, ‘hello? anybody there?’
Richmond Road:
I assure you I’d never rehearsed
And clearly I wasn’t her first
But I withstood the test
Though I wasn’t her best
She assured me I wasn’t her worst.
John McGuiggan:
Cone all ye Scottish vegans, an’ yer kilted vegetarians
Wi yer lentil porridge an’ yer sporran full au carrots, sustainable, organic an’ gluten-free
Come ye to Dalry Road, ter the fist coast ter see Scots feasting on meats ‘till they die young, – but happy
Weep at the intestinal haggis an’ the chicken liver curry,
greet at the mutton and mussels suet pudding,
wail at the ham hock an’ the slice of a highland doric beast called Angus
Happy are the First Coast diners
Feasting on meats, maybe they’ll die young – but happy
While ye, ye lentileers
Live yer joyless hundred years.
Rohini:
First Things First: Tea
My first thought each morning is “tea,”
My second is “where can it be?”
By the time I have four,
I’m awake enough to soar,
And ready to face the day with glee.
The Elephant’s Trunk:
Oh Snap!
A vain runner swore he’d win in a burst
But his luck went from worse to the worst
Then he tripped on a stone
Which snapped through his bone
And he crossed the finish line head first!
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
An old woman who feared the worst
When one of her pipes it did burst
Was very relieved
When first she received
Word that she was not indeed cursed
Sexagenarian Scribbler:
Our first time we’ll always remember
On the thirty first of December
When two became one
A new year begun
Our first born arrived in September!
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Esther Chilton 
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