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Limerick Funeral Poems | Limerick Poems About Funeral
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That he planned his funeral is factual
And being a prankster quite actual
He prerecorded his voice
So when we kneeled on the joist
He said, "Hi there! Don't I look natural."
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2008
While a man was golfing in Fife
a funeral cortege was arife,
his head bowed in prayer
at this somber affair
to pay last respects to his wife!
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
Your body men desire
It fills them full of fire
They want so much
To feel the touch
The gifts you have for hire.
You walk the streets so dark
Your future bleak and stark
You work for bugs
To buy the drugs
That really hit the mark.
Your pimp is a drug dealer
A professional money stealer
You feel the pain
Hooked on cocaine
He is your true fate-sealer.
You passing nobody to mourn
Thirty years since you were born
You only know your punter
Who really was your hunter
But it’s you the people scorn!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
There was an old lady from Ireland
Who was frightened to death by a brass band
We watched with dismay
As without delay
They buried her corpse in the band stand
Contest : Slapstick Limerick Contest
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2011
It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser
The East Ends gangster appraiser
So loyal to the Kray's
To his very last day
One the Sixties ultimate erasures
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
Bank of reptilians ready to dine,
Dinner is served on a parachute line
The right place at the wrong time,
Compliments, the dinner wine,
Smooch goodbye the place, where the sun don't shine,
For: "To Die For" Limericks
In honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2010
This Club Med lagoon really holds the heat,
with a beach front view and a coral suite.
But the best of all
as we watch it fall
is how they serve up each meal on a sheet!
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010
I have sent your parcel
Please be patient
Your curtain hooks have been sent
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it
I will make a special delivery
Through the dark forces of night
In horse and cart
Await me at 2pm tonight
Leave the window slightly ajar
I will ring three chimes on my arrival
With your special delivery
Slide open the window
You will see me standing there with your parcel
Slowly on your toes
Push forward and slide out the window
Reach for me
Alas you will have your parcel
I will have delivered the goods
The wife will have curtain hooks to hang the curtains
Then your curtains will be closed forever
I will place roses on your grave
Sending you a graceful goodbye
Delivering, your unreceived goods
Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016
a cocky young shooter called Bill
believed no one could rival his skill
alas it was liquor
that proved to be quicker
as they loaded him off to boot hill.
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2011
A sub human waste dump named Pence
Has thoughts that defy common sense
And who wants this chump?
The assinine Trump
Who thinks with his rump so immense
What is something uproarious?
Her plan to be victorious
Who must to us speak
Since democracy’s Greek?
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2016
One thing said about politicians
They can gather money like morticians
Who bring dead for burial
That go to meet Gabriel
While politicians greet contributions
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
You should see suit that Trump wore
It was actually made by a whore
As can be sure was certainly tight
Which is way he ends up every night
Must be big bed bugs that him do bite.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
On A Funeral Bier
Death my body did devour
As it occurred hour by hour,
End eventually would reach
When to God I now beseech
While lying on a funeral bier.
You should google funeral
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017