Paul Andrews Poet Limerick

The Fickle Tickler

There once was a man rather fickle 
Who loved nothing more than a tickle 
But tickle his knee
And he’d do a big wee
That smelled like the juice of a pickle.

Some take life too seriously 
Too frightened to laugh at a wee
They’d rather look sour
And make others cower 
But that’s just not really me.

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Alison A Smith August 27, 2026 at 3:45 AM Paul, this is absolutely hilarious! You've captured the classic, bouncy rhythm of the limerick form wonderfully. The transition from the absurd, laugh-out-loud imagery of the first stanza to the playful life lesson in the second is fantastic. It's a great reminder to not take ourselves too seriously. Such a fun and refreshing read!😂 Paul Andrews August 28, 2026 at 6:11 PM Thank you, Alison for those kind comments. I’m glad you liked it. All the best. Cheers Paul.