Here are your wonderful limericks using the word GUEST from a couple of weeks ago:
I really must get off my chest
The terror that follows ‘be our guest’
In my wardrobe, I stare
Wondering what I should wear
The diamanté or the sequined string vest?
Good friends never invite a guest
Unless it’s at “someone’s” behest.
Each time I appear
Some things turn out queer –
The whole blooming house is possessed!
The haunted house had a fun fest
For a scary place, it was the best
Mary stopped in
For a nip of gin
And now she’s a permanent guest.
I once had a guest for dinner
I never took her as a sinner
But when supper was done
She expected some fun
Boy, that night was a winner!
I was a guest at a house
Where they made a pet of a mouse
It skittered and jumped
And my heart really pumped
For the rodent was really a…
Bob was at his best
When he didn’t wear a vest
He was off to see Hugh
Who was having a bit of a do
But he’s the one and only guest.
So here is a rather small request
In case I am blessed with a guest
Don’t mind the mess
I’m managing my stress
Hey! Don’t complain, at least I am dressed!!
“Dear God, Onslow, cover that vest!
Can you not see we’re entertaining a guest?
You’ll upset the vicar
And his dodgy ticker
If you don’t go and put on your best!”
Hyacinth Bucket’s finest!
It always feels like a test
To have to host a guest
I need to wash and clean
So my house is fit to be seen
Only after do I get to rest.
Here’s a limerick written for jest
Just a rhyme to keep readers impressed
With its jaunty display
It has little to say
If you want to join in – be my guest!
You wouldn’t think it required quest
Just to find a dinner guest
But due to this pandemic thing
We must observe social-distancing
Dining with Mr Perfect-Invisible’s best!