Here’s to a great new week! Your new limerick challenge is as follows:
CHURCH
Your challenge last week was to write a limerick using the word FELL in it somewhere. Here are your masterpieces:
Before to penury I fell
My life had been going quite well
Until my better half
At my efforts did laugh
And now she is a pauper as well!
Bob fell while taking a hike
Then got run over by a mountain bike
You’d think he’d know
Never to go
To places his ex said he’d like.
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Timmy fell down a deep well
Lassie ran home to tell
Seeing the dog lope
They grabbed some rope
For they knew their son very well.
For his magical charms I fell
He had me under his spell
Till I got wise
To all his lies
And told him to go to hell.
A woman fell into a well
After experiencing a bad dizzy spell
She survived the long fall
Then was rescued by all
And now has a story to tell!
At his first appraisal, long after he fell
Lucifer stood before the Hounds of Hell:
‘How am I doing, throw me a bone,
A bit more fire, a smidge of brimstone?’
And Cerberus slathered: ‘It’s to early to tell…’
Bony Tony would often tell
The epic story of Eskimo Nell.
He loved the rhyme,
Until came his time.
No more reciting. Alas, he fell.
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As the time nears for jumpers and sweaters,
We should think of our elders and betters.
A bench near the church
Is a fine place to perch
(And at least it has more than five letters!)
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Oh, that’s very good, Keith.
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Thanks, Esther.
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They went to marry in the church
After meeting on a Internet search
But things went odd ’cause
The groom drank vodkas!
Causing him, down the aisle, to lurch!
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I bet he did! 😂
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The church is where you meet your God
With delight, not a smile and a nod,
Yet so many look sad
As if life is so bad.
Doesn’t that seem to you rather odd?
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Another one! You’ve spoilt us this week 😊
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I thought it deserved something more than the first one 😁
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Sid said crime does pay
Robbed and killed hundreds, they say
But tell him he’s bad
And he’ll get real mad
For he goes to church every Sunday!
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Well, that’s alright then! 😂
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That’s what’s important, isn’t it? 😁
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There was a vicar named Mell
everyone knew him so well
he was icy and stern
commanded listen and learn
or I’ll send you all to hell
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I really like that, Dave. Thank you 😊
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Not really funny. Combined this one and blind and fell.
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There once was a man in church
Who bumped on the pew with a lurch
He almost fell down
He sat and frowned
“He’s drunk, no he’s blind” and they smirched
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Well, I think it’s a great go!
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Thank you!!
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As the church bells rang out for my John
I played the grieving widow with aplomb
But deep down in my heart
I was itching to start
A new life now the sad bastard’s gone !
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Oh, that’s delightful!
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Thanks Esther, it’s not often I resort to bad language…
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I’ll let you off this once! 😂
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When an ascetic churchwarden, called Bunt
Found out what they’d done to his punt
Which was covered in baubles
He said, ‘Bless my corbels;
Whoever did this must be some sort of an artist.’
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Laugh out loud funny. Thanks, Geoff.
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Aw your v kind
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