Here’s your Monday smile – it’s 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 SPELL:
Some warriors in far distant lands
Paint bold, coloured lines on their hands
Each mark tells a story
Love, victory or glory
Look well, ’tis a spell, not demands.
Now Merlin’s an ancient old wizard
He can turn you into a lizard.
To avoid this strong spell
Just run like hell!
Into a convenient blizzard!
I need to come up with a spell
To get rid of that dastardly smell
The curry was hot
I can tell from your bot
I’m living in curry fart hell!
She asked him to sit for a spell
When he said he didn’t feel well
Does she have plan
For this recumbent man?
Only time will tell…
She put a spell on me
As i was trying to flee
Now I’m stuck
In magical muck
I hope she sets me free!
Oh, what a terrible punk
Lord only knows what he thunk
His math was Hell
And he couldn’t spell
It was natural he would flunk.
There once was a girl who spun tells
As if she were under a spell
Her words were so silly
Her subjects, willy nilly
Nobody understood her, oh well!
Hocus pocus, that’s hardly a spell
At least, not one a good witch would tell
Ditch the mumble jumble
Or we’re gonna rumble
For a hefty price I’ve got some to sell.
Take a walk down the alphabet,
You might recognise the letters yet,
Pick the right ones and you’ll have a story to tell,
Pick the wrong ones and the words won’t spell,
It’ll be a tale you’ll want to forget.
Just gotta focus,
Working on a spell,
I think you can tell,
Perhaps I’ll get another locust.
That’s your lot,
I’ve lost the plot,
Have to stop for a spell,
Until I get well,
Then I’ll be back on the dot.