Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
FIFTY
Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was SHOWER.
When it has been dry for a time,
A shower of rain is sublime.
I really like summer,
Though winter’s a bummer,
But spring is the easiest to rhyme!
It’s terribly wet down on the Gower,
Where the forecast is always so dour.
It may appear to be fine
When the sun, it doth shine,
But we’re sure to be in for a shower.
I once took a duck in the shower
Played with it for over an hour
The water got cool
And I felt such a fool
Cause my duck, he did run out of power!
I gave my plants a good shower
Some food for my beautiful flowers
A whole lot of love
Just got them in bud
Only leaves on my sweet flower bower.
Paul Mastaglio:
To shower someone with praise
Is a wonderful craze
Make them feel great
And they could be your mate
Perhaps until the end of days.
A man once lived in a tower
That didn’t have a working shower
As you might think
There was an awful stink
And all were overwhelmed by its power.
They say a shower in spring
Flowers later will bring
But before the bud
All is mud
And I’ve sunk to my thing.
President Dwight D. Eisenhower,
Had great ideas in the shower
Some time on the bog,
Would oft lift his fog,
And restore his mighty brain power.
Ritu:
Janice wanted a new shower
With some oomph, just a little more power
But it used too much water
Much more than it oughtta
So now hubby, John won’t allow her!
Linking People 2003:
SHOWER is an artificial rain,
Having in bathroom to attain,
Over all cleanliness,
With soap for freshness,
Radiance comes again!
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For a while, I believed my friend Trevor;
I thought I could go on for ever.
For years it felt nifty
To stop work at fifty
You did it? I wasn’t that clever.
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A very good acrostic and entertaing too. Thanks, Keith.
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Thanks, Esther. A bit of a tough one!
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I like to keep you on your toes!
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You really are too good to me, Esther.
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Fifty is the new thirty they say?
I don’t believe in that today!
My hair is getting greyer
And heavier on the weigher
And I don’t have the energy to play!
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That brought a smile! Thank you.
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Welcome xx
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Young Gina was nearing fifty
And her age had made her more thrifty
Upcycling junk
Giving old things some funk
Her friends thought her quite nifty!
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That made me smile. Thank you 😊❤
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You’re welcome, Esther! 😘
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They threw me a party at age fifty
Now the old girl’s nearing sixty
No party this year
Cause ‘Rona is here
I’ll just have to do something thrifty.
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LOL. Thank you 😊
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I just bought fifty new books
I couldn’t resist the blurbs’ hooks!
But shelves are dear
And space is rare
So now they fill the crannies and nooks
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That’s excellent! I really like that. Thank you.
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Thanks, Esther 🙂
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Very good. And it resonates with many of us.
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Thanks. I figured most people ‘s blog could relate 🙂
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Fifty, half way to the ton
No time to get undone
Buckle in for the ride
We’re on your side
On the way, is a lot more fun.
Cheers Paul 😁
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Great fun 😁
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SECOND puberty happens at fifty!
YOUTHFULNESS comes back at fifty!
FIFTY fifty probability of toss!
FIFTY is not just half!
FULL of life at fifty!
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Great five-word stories!
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SECOND puberty happens at fifty,
Youthfulness makes shifty.
Fifty fifty probability of toss,
No more remains for boss,
To take decisions with maturity!
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And a limerick too! Thank you.
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Everyone knows a suave gent, called Dwight,
Who sees all things in black or in white,
He might well want to play
With fifty shades of grey,
Relax; and be not (quite so) uptight!
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Ha, ha! Super! Thank you.
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Whilst reading Fifty Shades of Grey
On your morning commute, you may
Turn fifty shades of red
At their antics in bed
It was never like that in my day!
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Absolutely brilliant!
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Very good!
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I set sail for fifty degrees East
In search of the wise purple priest
I found him in Baku
Where he cooked me a stew
Sharing his knowledge: a huge feast.
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Most excellent, Lance!
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Thanks Esther. I thought I’d mix in a bit of classical nonsense into my limerick. I always like to have fun!
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It’s the best way to be!
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You have to be rather nifty
When you reach the age of fifty
To play at being cool
While looking neither a fool
Nor more than a touch shifty
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Enjoyed this. Thanks, Geoff.
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Fifty ants marched along our gate
Carrying carcass bits fifty times their weight.
Rushed I indoor to end their work-day
But returned the can without a spray.
Such determination, I could not fumigate.
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Very good, Sharon. Thank you 🙂
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