Birthday Limerick Poems | Examples
These Birthday Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Limerick Birthday poems written by international poets.
Andrew ordered a stripogram, Kay
To visit him on his birthday
When he opened the door
Sixteen copper’s he saw
They cuffed him, then took him away
After questioning for many hours
In the police car oh how he cowers
There’s one thing I’ll bet
He’s been covered in sweat
His birthday bash pizza night sours!
The Epstein files are in the press
Now Andrew’s life is such a mess
As his recent arrest
Surely made Andrew stressed
He’s guilty, but he won’t confess
I’m hoping royal succession can
Be removed from this vile man
I’m “Throne out,” he will moan
“The loo’s my only throne”
All royal titles flushed down the pan!
There was a man who at seventy-nine
Thought he was only twenty-nine
When asked his age
He'd go into a rage
Earth spins your birthday I think mine
Jumped high, with delight, went for win.
As Tripp tried his luck on the scene.
The Springer had dream -
Was it the whipped cream?
A pie, as a prize, could have been.
Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard
to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder
how old the neighborhood skeleton is…
—by Poet
Bare Bones
Yard skeleton fell over - first day.
The bones just collapsed - hip..hip..hurray!
Flamingoes took flight
from yard - out of sight.
It’s April second, he’s back today.
The fool of a frame, I’m disdaining.
The neighborhood, bones have been staining.
The spook is a joke.
He ne’er has awoke.
He’s barely all there and remaining.
It is her birthday, another year
full of life, love, laughter – fun, and cheer.
You cannot go wrong
that many-years strong ;)
Here is a toast to our Pangie dear!
My wife is simply the most awesome cluck*
For my birthday she made a juicy duck
Squirt of this, squirt of that
Big fat duck just went splat
Came out tasting like a ‘whole lotta yuck!’
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*'Cluck' means 'chef' in avant-garde French
Balmore Eruv Verve!
Once there was a Rabbi Yonah,
Whose Shabbos Eruv made you wonder,
Does Yonah’s art belong in the Louvre?
Does our gratitude behoove yah?
This Detroit Tiger slams a Homah!
For Yonah is Balmore’s donor,
Mesiras Nefesh, never a groaner,
Keeping Jews in the groove,
It only goes to prove,
Huh? Giving generously makes one an owner!
Hillary Hears a Who!
Who is an Amma slam?
One who Gives a Damn,
Just ask Melli,
Or Will, Sam or Ellie,
Our Hill who’s True Blue not Glam!
Who has a swell Quill?
Arrows that instill ,
Handfuls of Humor,
Armfuls of Amour,
Our Hil is not Over the Hillery!
Who keeps an All Size Zoo?
Variety of Color & Hue,
Hillary’s Gorillary,
Ants from Aunt Hill aka Hillary,
Empathetic Hillary Hears a Who!
Apples, She’ll Be!
Despite Down Under date blunder,
Summer ‘tis Winter, go ponder,
Go on a date, a Burl,
Whirl your girl,
No Drama, Sheila thunder!
A Wazoo Woo,
Is a Ripsnorter Two,
Warm winter sunbake,
Warren’s Birthday Cake,
Pash modestly or HooRoo!
Take Mary on a Bonzer Date,
Good Onya Heaps Mate,
May yer Matilda be Moolah
Cold Beer in yer Coolah
Corker You Day!
When snow falls children will make a snowman,
and with eyes and nose he becomes a man;
his nose is a carrot stick,
in goes his coal eyes click, click . . .
a scarf, a magic hat . . . a short lifespan !
That magic hat makes Frosty Snowman dance,
he wiggles, spins, twirls, and can jump and prance;
can slide on the hills snow white,
but, Frosty is not too bright . . .
Frosty says kids . . . life is a game of chance !
And though the day is warm they run and play,
melting fast . . . but will be back one cold day;
Frosty says fading, dripping,
yells in a voice earsplitting . . .
did you know kids . . . that this is my birthday !
She’s a versatile Virgo, queen of rhymes
her keen quill sees through society’s crimes
an aura, mirroring strength~
kindness that spans any length
weaves beauty in eloquence, through rough times…
I thank the stars for her sweet existence
always makes me laugh despite the distance
she tells fun tales about love
to the galaxies above
sprinkling sage hearts with cosmic persistence….
An amazing poetess named Andrea,
Who's from a beautiful state of Utah;
Writes poems so well in all forms,
In good weather or in storms,
Her birthday has arrived, shalalala..
The ducks take their place in Big Easy -
The gal of age sixty gives squeezy.
A party with quips
and dip with some chips.
Though fun, it was all a bit cheesy.
A flat bread has nailed my demise
Today's baking missed the top prize
Yet Easter is great
For certain this date
Our mix has the spirit to rise
He roots this is the finale
How long can she dilly dally?
He thinks she's quite cute
If in her birthday suit
Trump's sure to pollute Nikki Haley