Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
BLIND
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word SWEAR in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Sometimes I am just not aware
When I reach for the good book and swear
Every word is a fact,
And the few I retract
Relate to our clandestine affair.
I swear although the rain has just started
Summer and I don’t want to be parted
So early in the year
For fall to be near
Can it be that the season has started?
I swear fealty to the new king
Said the Knight as he started to swing
His magical sword
But it caught on a board
Now his arm’s in a mythical sling!
To me, it’s neither here, nor there
Whether people feel the need to swear.
They can call me poltroon
Or odious buffoon
And I’ll barely turn the odd hair.
When young, with nary a care
I had little need to swear.
But as I developed some pluck
I let go the odd darn
As rhyming was truly overrated.
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
How dare you even try to go there
You gave me your word
But you are a turd
Why did you tell that I fell off the chair?
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I’m in a really big bind
I want to search and find
The silver and gold
At rainbows end, told
But I can’t cos I’m blind!
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Great limerick!
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Thanks.
❤️👍
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Before this new verselet I write,
Looking fearful that I may take flight.
I must needs go in blind
Never sure that I’ll find
Dame Muse with her sweet guiding light.
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I know that feeling! Very good, Keith.
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There was a man named Matt
Who seemed as blind as a bat
His eyes were good
It’s understood
It was how he wore his hat
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There was a girl named Dee
Who totally blind-sided me
In she flew
Out of the blue
And hit before I could see
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Both of these made me chuckle. Good to have you back, Trent.
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It is nice to be back 🙂
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There once was a girl oh so blind
She sought love, yet couldn’t find
In clubs nor in pubs
But she kept concert stubs
The memories at least were so kind.
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That’s really funny! Thank you, Kim.
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‘Buying fruit,’ young Thomas opined,
‘Is a risky business if you’re partially blind;
The staff all think I’m utterly hopeless
And one old woman told me to grope less,
Cos I can’t tell ripe melons from a pert behind.’
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Hilarious! Love it, Geoff.
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In Hollywood, greed is good, love is blind
On streets of gold, so I’m told, all are kind
As time goes by, you will see it’s a lie
Or you’ll be fooled …. if you’re that way inclined
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Very good. Thank you for that 😊
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