Esther’s Challenge – Laugh-along-a-Limerick

Happy Monday to you all and welcome, once again, to Esther Chilton’s regular kick-off-the-week challenge.

The United Kingdom has been hit by gales and SNOW over the past few days so, today, Esther’s one-word prompt is SNOW. Can you write a limerick using the word SNOW in it somewhere?

Snow good. Don’t drift off. Get your thinking cap on and start writing that limerick to entertain us all.

If you prefer to side-step the weekly prompt, please feel free to ignore it and write a limerick to suit your current mood and feelings. Just let it flow. Delight us all with your creativity.

Post your submissions in the Comments on this post

Esther

About Lance Greenfield

Blog: lancegreenfield.wordpress.com email: lancegmitchell@outlook.com I published my debut novel in December 2014: Eleven Miles. My second novel went live in February 2016: Knitting Can Walk!
This entry was posted in Personal. Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to Esther’s Challenge – Laugh-along-a-Limerick

  1. Linkingpeople2003 says:

    POLITICIANS snow the public, emasculate,
    With eloquent and insincere ejaculate,
    Misleading and charming the public,
    Into believing that heavy snowfall in a republic,
    Won’t deprive of foods, by their wordy jaculate!

    राजनेताओं ने जनता पर हिमपात किया, निर्मम,
    वाक्पटु और निष्ठाहीन स्खलन के साथ,
    जनता को गुमराह और आकर्षक बनाया,
    यह विश्वास कराया कि एक गणतंत्र में भारी हिमपात,
    खाद्य पदार्थों से वंचित नहीं करेगा, उनके शब्दशः भाषण द्वारा!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. I really don’t know
    Wherever I go
    The place my car
    Might be parked so far…
    Under too much snow!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. A shovel’s the answer

    Like

  4. TanGental says:

    When Eric Clapton sang ‘Let it Grow’
    He’d never danced naked in the snow.
    It’s difficult to remain aroused
    When you find yourself being doused
    In an avalanche, from tip to toe.

    Like

  5. Bony Tony really loved to ski.
    The swish of the snow filled his heart with glee.
    Down the slopes, black or red,
    His sons and daughters he gaily led,
    Over the jumps, he’d cry, “Follow meeeeeeeee!
    WHEEEEEEEE! WHEEEEEEEE!”

    I know that, strictly speaking, this breaks the rule of the limerick form, but I plead that Bony Tony made me do it. Not guilty!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s