It’s Monday! Again! It comes round so quickly. It’s also limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt was SCREECH:
Whilst studying night-flying fowl
My gaze landed on a Screech Owl
I thought it a scoop
Till it started to poop
Can somebody pass me a towel?
A lesson in weight loss I thought I’d teach,
But then I heard an almighty screech
I ran into the kitchen
And saw her cravings were itching
I’d put the chocolate up way out of reach.
It was just out of reach,
It was enough to make you screech,
My favourite jar on the top shelf,
I was only trying to be kind to myself,
I said through gritted teeth.
I went for a drive to the beach
And bought ice creams at one pound each.
I sat by the water
But then my young daughter
Dropped her lolly with one hell of a screech!
Vacation may be out of reach
If we don’t go I will screech!
Hubs needs a break
And I need the lake
Or better yet, a lovely beach!
There were two men at the local beach
One of them made up his mind to screech
The other hung his head
There’s nothing to be said
When fools flock together for a speech.
A young woman on Tuesday did teach
But she wanted to get to the beach.
When she opened the door
A box fell to the floor,
“Kids, we caught her!” she started to screech.
As they were picnicking on the beach
Mum suddenly let out a huge screech
From right out of the sky
A greedy gull swung by
And swiftly swooped off with her peach.
Though she often felt zealous calling to preach
Pulpit-fright caused stress that her voice might well screech
Her message: ‘Have courage, be of good cheer’
But murmurs would rise, someone saying, “can’t hear”
Standing taller she’d begin fresh, to let God’s grace-words reach!
They say if you can’t do, teach.
Which led them to ask of Ms Bleach
The question: ‘can she
really be a banshee
If she can’t scream let alone screech…?’