My initial goal was to write two limericks per week for a year.  Having achieved that goal, I'm going on hiatus for a bit.

Today's final archived limerick is one of my favorites just because it's so silly.  And also because it typifies what I like most about writing in a constrained form such as a limerick: you wind up with scenarios you'd otherwise never be able to invent, simply because two (or more) unrelated words happen to rhyme, and you have to fill in the blanks to make their connection plausible.

When I ordered some freshly baked bread
At the Cannibal Inn, my host Fred
(Who is deaf in one ear)
Brought a skull on a spear.
Guess he thought I said “fleshless staked head.”

Based on the suggestion: "fresh baked bread"