Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
CASH
Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was FIFTY.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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
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!
Ritu:
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!
Linking People 2003:
SECOND puberty happens at fifty,
Youthfulness makes shifty.
Fifty fifty probability of toss,
No more remains for boss,
To take decisions with maturity!
Valerie Fish:
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!
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.
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.
Sharon Tingle:
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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I want to grow my stash
But I just ain’t got the cash
My book pile’s so tall
Yet I still want em all
Too many books? Balderdash!
Great fun, Ritu!
😀 📚
You always come up with a good one, Ritu.
Thanks, Lance! 💜
A singer called something like Donny;
Was cute, and his voice was quite bonny.
He wasn’t so flash
But made loads of cash.
I’m wrong! His real name was Johnny
That brought a smile to my face. Thank you.
Thanks, Esther. Donny Cash just doesn’t sound the same, does it? Mind you, neither does Johnny Osmond!
🤣🤣
How clever!
Thanks, Lance
Cash, it rings a bell
I believe it did very well
It went round and round
Did that dear old pound
Until Covid sounded its death knell.
Cheers Paul 😁
Oh, so true!!!
There once was a mobster named Fred
“Always pay in cash,” he said
But he used a card
Alerting Scotland Yard
And the villain wound up dead
Absolutely hilarious!! Thank you 😊
Thanks 🙂
I love that, Trent. It reminds me of my first ever poem that I sent in letters home to my separated parents from boarding school when I was seven.
My friend Ted
Sat up in bed
And bumped his head
And now he’s dead.
Tragic and comic!
Thanks, Lance. lol, I do a version of that poem you wrote at 7 when I walk the dogs on icy days, like today: Whoa, slow down or I’ll fall and bump my head! Then you won’t be fed, because I’ll be dead!
That’s a good un!
Frank, the financial adviser,
Was often seen as a miser,
He was never that flash,
With his good client’s cash,
And they were always the wiser!
That’s so funny! Thank you 😊
Thank you Esther – kinda based on real life … I’m working through my Dad’s very painful probate! 🤣
Oh goodness!!
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CASH crops like coffee, tea and cotton,
Bring cash from market unforgotten!
Since cash crops are not consumed at home,
Cash inflow is handsome,
Sure to be gotten!
Very good. Thank you 😃
Win cash with our lottery
Or second prize pottery
The leaflet came
With a bingo game
No chance its just flummery!
That made me smile. Thank you 😊
Lol
Mum always told me that “Cash is Queen”
But that too much money is seen as obscene.
My Gran had other ideas of what makes wealth.
“Be happy and look after your health.”
A great lesson to learn while still a mere teen.
Excellent! Thank you, Lance.
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Cowboy Frank fingered his curled moustache
As he rode into the town of Nash.
His one aim: to collect a saddle-full bounty
For capturing gunslinger one-eyed Monty.
Dang! He grinned, “Dert’ll be a load a cash”.
Great fun. Thank you.