Happy new week. Here’s your new limerick prompt. Your word this week is
RAGE
The previous word was SELLS. Here are your limericks:
The Competing Stores
Both guys opened their electronic store.
The first sells phones, the second sells more
devices, like foldable phones.
So, the second store dethrones
the first store. What should this store explore?
Greed Never Quits
She sells what she opts not to keep.
It’s junk, so the buyers all weep:
Socks that need stitches
and old, pee-stained britches,
alarm clocks that don’t make a peep.
She calculates profit and grins,
ignoring her greediest sins.
She knows very well
she’ll end up in Hell
selling devilfish functionless fins.
Smells Like Consumerism
Free markets depend on “what sells”.
Making products that “ring people’s bells”.
If you want good services and choices
Disregard all the “jealous” voices.
Because that’s one of every communist’s “tells”.
You can borrow a book and pay fines from the library of over due hell
or you can buy an audio tape to listen to that the author also sells
The librarian insisted the book was ordinary, but the moment I touched its cover, every candle in the room went out.
An Impresario picked up a microphone and whispered an intimate shout
Here's to Indian Lake. a life changing song from the great Cowsills
Graeme Sandford:
There was a young lady sold sea-shells,
the sea-shells she sold were so swell;
she sold sea-shells so sweetly,
selling sea-shells discretely,
She’d soaked them, so there were no stinky sea-smells.
Frank Hubeny:
Spells and Other Harms Though he seems rather harmless, he’s not. She has spells that she sells by the lot. As a couple, they are quite a couple by far, but beware when their words hit the spot.
Susan Batten:
“She sells sea shells – waste of bloody time.
Who wants to buy the empty shells of winkles past their prime?”
Murray Clarke:
Old Lego, Star Wars and Harry Potter all sells,
So do Jellycats, retro videos games – they’re swell!
But mattresses and bedding, underwear and socks
Are best stored away in a strong cardboard box.
Or locked safely in a high-security prison cell!
Fandango:
Smelly Spells
There once was a witch from the Dells
Magical spells was the product she sells
She’d go through motions
To mix up her potions
But people couldn’t get past the bad smells
Cathy Cade:
Seaside Siren
She hangs around casting her spells
in the beach bars and seafront hotels.
A local attraction
assures satisfaction.
But I’m sure it ain’t seashells she sells.
The Limerick Guy:
Effective advertising excels
When people rush out to buy what it sells.
Here’s why it succeeds –
It feeds “wants” over “needs”
With the benefits story it tells!
She sells sea shells on the seashore
Crowds of people ask for more
She ran out of shells
So now sells bells…
But they are not happy, they find it a bore…
John W. Howell:
He is one of those snooty swells
In a mansion is where he dwells
He is always on the run
Never has time for fun
Always worried about the stocks he sells
Pensitivity101:
It may come with whistles and bells,
Or maybe with horrible smells,
But at the end of the day
Whatever you say,
There is always something that sells.
Lou by the Sea:
She sells sea shells on the sea shore
But trade is slow. She could sell so much more
Like hot dogs and chips
To put fat on your hips
A smart business plan is what’s called for.
Kim Smyth:
She sells seashells by the shore they say
The ones she doesn’t sell, those she gives away
Some go in crafts
Others make good rafts
For floating on the water in the bay!
poetisinta:
Cheesed Off
There’s this chap who sells cheese,
But his efforts brough him to his knees,
He shouts, ‘Come buy!
It’s the best – don’t ask me why!’
But it’s the mice that eat it with ease.
Writer Ravenclaw:
Every Ring
When figuring out what sells
the advertisements rang bells
A manager pulled strings
for every third ring
a town crier would yell
Dan Ince:
Don’s Dodgy Deals
Don’s skill is in the lies that he sells
But he has some signs and some tells
And along come the Police
And he’s given a good fleece
“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he yells.
Ruth Blogs Here:
Wishful Thinking
While Trump sells all his lies and his hate
USA remains in a sad state
Hope elections today
Take some power away
Slow him down, shut him up, I can’t wait…
Therapy Bits:
There once was a fellow named Wells,
Who made his fortune with sells,
He sold socks to a fish,
And a hat to a dish,
Then tried selling perfume to skunks for their smells!
Teleportingweena:
Jimmy Boy knows what sells
At the carnival he rings the bells
He’s loud with his call
Come one and come all
Everyone hears his yells
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Jimmy Boy travels over hills and dells
Hollering and ringing his bells
The townspeople came
Praising his name
Buying everything Jimmy Boy sells
Dog Paddling Through Life:
She sells seashells by the seashore.
The townsfolk ask what the hell for?
She says with a smile
that in a short while
this will be a souvenir store.
Richmond Road:
Each photo, a story it tells
This one’s so steamy it smells
But as everyone knows
When one’s wearing no clothes
It’s all about sex. And that sells
The Elephant’s Trunk:
What Stinks?
A merchant arrived with oils and gels,
and all of them had such god-awful smells.
He said, “It’s bizarre,
how putrid they are,
But somehow they’re what always sells!”
Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:
Suzy who sells those sea shells
Down by the seashore near Wells
The one Next-The-Sea
Made loads-a-money
So she moved to the Cumbrian Fells
Rall:
she sells
her wares cheaply
she does not understand
to make money you have to sell
rubbish
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