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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – GIFT Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was BOSS. Keith Channing: If your company runs at a loss The person to blame is the boss. You have…
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It’s Thursday and your new five-word challenge is here. This week, your prompt is BATH. So can you tell a story in five words, using the word BATH in it somewhere? Here are your NIGHT stories from last week: Keith Channing: Now In Green – Holly Trees. Now It’s Gone – Hateful Tonsillitis. Now I’ll…
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It’s Thursday and your new five-word challenge is here. This week, your prompt is NIGHT – suggested by Lance Greenfield. Thank you, Lance! So can you tell a story in five words, using the word NIGHT in it somewhere? Here are your LETTERS stories from last week: Keith Channing: Letters make words make language. Ritu:…
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It’s Thursday and your new five-word challenge is here. This week, your prompt is LETTERS. So can you tell a story in five words, using the word LETTERS in it somewhere? Here are your PYJAMAS stories from last week: Kevin Morris: I’m still wearing her pyjamas. Pyjamas lost in the Bahamas. Strange pyjamas found in…
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It’s Thursday and your new five-word challenge is here. This week, your prompt is PYJAMAS/PAJAMAS. So can you tell a story in five words, using the word PYJAMAS/PAJAMAS in it somewhere? Here are your PROMISES from last week: Kevin Morris: Promises broken over smashed plates. Trent’s World: I’ll try, but no promises. Oh, wait… Sarian…
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – BRAIN Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was CHEESE. Keith Channing: I say, here’s a jolly good wheeze, A jape fit for us retirees. Let’s see if…
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Unwanted Gifts It is the worst time of year, One that fills me with great fear, It’s my birthday next week, you see, I know I should be filled with glee, To receive presents and gifts galore, But I don’t want them, not anymore, Not out-of-date sweets from Uncle Ken, Or twee ornaments yet again,…
Esther Chilton 