Laughing Along With A Limerick

Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:

LEAD

Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word CHIP in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:

Keith Channing:

I met an old schoolmate called Chip
Who needed a replacement hip.
He’d changed both his knees
With relative ease
But cried when they gave him the snip!

Ruth Scribbles:

I once had a neighbor named Chip
Whose backyard looks like a skip*
I told him it stunk
He then moved some junk
And now I’m ignored, -what the flip?

*A skip is a large open-topped waste container.

Kim Smyth:

There once was a fellow named Chip
His wife, Joann, thought him flip
He loved doing demo
She thinks he’s nuts
So often she gives him the slip!

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

Chocolate chip cookies are tasty
But eating them? I can be hasty!
A grabbed a bug bunch
And gave them a munch
Now my teeth hurt, and my face? Pasty!

Trent’s World:

Bob was a big grudge holder
Who had a giant chip on his shoulder
To his regret
He couldn’t forget
Which made him feel 10 degrees colder.



We’ve pretzels and a variety of chips
Some salsas and some spicy dips
Everything’s here
To go with your beer
Ambrosia to parched lips!

Lance Greenfield:

Bony Tony wore odd socks.
I did the same, which was a bit of a shock.
People would stare
But we didn’t care.
After all, I was a chip off his block.

Linking People 2003:

Taiwan prospered by manufacturing micro chip,
For mobiles, credit, debit card, what not, including ship,
On a small island not acceptable as a country,
By the United Nation, all and sundry,
But as a province of China though US gripping without a slip!


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30 Responses to Laughing Along With A Limerick

  1. trentpmcd says:

    Bob’s advice was hard to swallow
    His words rang awfully hollow
    Show the way
    I must say
    Lead and I shall follow
    *
    The words were a big fight
    I’d erase and then rewrite
    The paper bled
    Pencil lead
    And still the prose was quite trite

    Liked by 3 people

  2. Kim Smyth says:

    I once had a horse on a lead
    Walking him out in the weed
    He then stomped some dust
    “Back to the stall or bust!”
    I said, for it was time to feed.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Array says:

    I think that we all are agreed,
    I’ll follow wherever you lead
    We could wind up dead
    From petrol with lead
    So stick to your velocipede!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. The choirmaster said take the lead,
    You sing well and that’s what we need.
    So I sang like a lark
    With a very bad bark!
    I’m out of the choir for that Deed!

    Liked by 4 people

  5. as the crowd was watching the race
someone screamed “that man, he’s got mace”
he ran for a spell
lead feet don’t do well
he didn’t have mace he had lace

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Life’s a race, and I’m far from the lead
    Left behind in my hour of need
    My spirit is breakin’
    I’m feeling forsaken
    I’m determined. But lacking in speed

    Or

    Laying here holding my head
    My legs are so heavy – feel like lead
    My heart it is thumping
    In it’s last go at pumping
    I’m alive, but I wish I was dead.

    Liked by 2 people

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  8. SexagenarianScribbler says:

    I trust in the Lord to lead the way
    In everything that I do and say
    When it comes to lust
    I do what I must
    Just have a cold shower and pray

    Liked by 2 people

  9. Bony Tony had lead in his pencil.
    He could write a story without need of a stencil.
    With language quite glossy
    And often right saucy,
    His hot tales were deeply sensual.

    Liked by 1 person

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