Soda - Keeping Curious

Four entries. In a week. Shocking.

All I can assume is that, despite all the big talk, the actual challenge of writing a limerick caused my critics to crumble like badly made biscuits.

For the few who managed to cobble together (and that it undoubtedly the only appropriate description of their efforts) a rhyme, I salute your best efforts.

For the rest of you, shame. Shame, I say.

Here are the submissions. See if you can spot the professional poet amongst the monkeys with typewriters and rhyming dictionaries.
 

Stu, shrew, you

There once was a chap name of Stu
Whose beard gave warm-home to a shrew
The shrew’s name was John
He was the copywriting number one
His only line being, ‘Now it’s up to you’

Stu, flu, loo

There once was a chap name of Stu
And one day he came down with the flu
He stayed in bed
Put a damp cloth on his head
And used his mattress as the loo

Stu, grew, brew

There once was a chap name Stu
With a beard that he grew and he grew
He lived with Paul Ross
Who often got cross
When he kept finding hair in his brew

Stu, flu, crew

There once was a chap name of Stu
Who laid up in bed with the flu
Wondering how it could be
He was chain drinking tea
Creating sites for Shaun’s sheepy little crew