Laughing Along With A Limerick

Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –

BEER

Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was PURSE.

Keith Channing:

Please don’t ever ask me for money

Unless you’ve a reason that’s funny

Releasing hard cash

Seems somehow slapdash

Except for the famed Easter Bunny.

Kim Smyth:

There once was a girl with an old purse

Who was seeking advice from a nurse

“Get a new smaller one,” she said

Or a bad back you will dread

And you don’t ever want that said curse!

Paul Mastaglio:

You spit and curse

When there’s no money in your purse

But that’s OK

When you shop today

Use your card and don’t be terse.

Trent’s World:

Leella was working under a curse

So she dressed up as a hospital nurse

She found Wizard Ted

And cut off his head

Then carried it home in her purse.

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A purse is a useful bag

Carried by princess and poor hag

You can bring your whole life

Without much strife

But too much and your arm will sag.

Sarian Lady:

If ever I needed to curse

It’s when I’ve forgotten my purse.

I arrive at the shops

And spend lots and lots.

Then find I have to diverse.

Chel Owens:

“Stay back, now!” said Wendel the witch.

She wanted to scratch at an itch

To cast a new curse

On everyone’s verse

So writers could fill just one niche.

Zack and Zelda:

I used to live out of my purse

Large ones I chose, not like small haiku verse

They held ALL my makeup, two or three books

Graduated to tote bags (family hid scornful looks)

Now pockets suffice…I feel lighter, not averse.

Lyncrain:

This dang growing old is such a curse

Can’t remember where I set my purse

So much to think about

Stop, you don’t need to shout

You act like I’m ready for a hearse.

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What used to be so easy to do

It’s not what it was tying my shoe

My toes are where they were

Balance makes me unsure

But you act like I don’t have a clue.

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This dang growing old is such a curse

Can’t remember where I set my purse

So much to think about

Stop, you don’t need to shout

You act like I’m ready for a hearse.

–

Oh dear, what are you glaring at now

You look like you’ve swallowed a dang cow

Oops I forget my teeth

I need glue underneath

I needed more time than you allow.

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This dang growing old is such a curse

Can’t remember where I set my purse

So much to think about

Stop, you don’t need to shout

You act like I’m ready for a hearse.

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