Laughing Along With A Limerick

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

BOIL

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

Keith Channing:

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!

Ruth Scribbles:

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.

Kim Smyth:

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.

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

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!

Trent’s World:

Bob’s advice was hard to swallow
His words rang awfully hollow
Show the way
I must say
Lead and I shall follow.

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The words were a big fight
I’d erase and then rewrite
The paper bled
Pencil lead
And still the prose was quite trite.

Lance Greenfield:

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.

Richmond Road:

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.

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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.

Val Fish:

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.

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