Flying Limerick Poems | Examples
These Flying Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Flying. These are the best examples of Limerick Flying poems written by international poets.
FLYING SQUIRREL
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Seth the squirrel was tired of leaping from tree to tree.
“My commute’s horrible! Got ta be a better way for me.”
Scampered to the toy store, bought toy bike from pal, Mike
Attached some balsa wood using Gorilla Glue. Wah la! He was birdlike.
Next day from hustle and bustle of commuter traffic, he happily did flee.
Unbeknownst to Seth, flying squirrels in open airspace don’t mix,
Ostracized Seth was—not a member of the flyer’s club, a squirrelish clique.
One day was almost hit by specially designed spy drones
‘twas Putin’s, for their black flags bore a skull and crossbones.
Fearing for his life, Seth sold his plane-bike on eBay, his flying days nixed.
Betsy Ross sewed the US flag with ease
Fellow countrymen were more or less pleased
A Scotsman stole her design
His wife sewed something so fine
Flags doubling as kilts ~ Waving in the breeze
My family joined a summer outing
So excited for swimming and rafting
Mom got our swim vests with suits
Dad just brought his parachutes
And kept eyes on us, flying and shouting.
The airline passenger loved to complain
Whenever it rained, he’d try to deplane
Pilot said, “Go ahead
You’re better off dead
Plane’s thirty-thousand miles up, you bird-brain”
Flying crazed into the summer night
Diving, crashing — what a sight!
The people, they shriek;
Cover they seek,
Slapped in the face by one’s flight.
I shan’t think a landing is sound
That leaves both a ditch and a mound.
A plane should align,
Like steak with good wine,
To kiss, not to crush, with the ground.
Golly, what a Pickle you’re In -- Bub,
How is it That you’re stuck in a Pub?
Gullible -- You look, Pimp
for why not hop, on Blimps?
and Fly in its Massive Ruba-dub.
A man from Connecticut found
His legs would not reach to the ground.
“I wish I was shorter,”
He told a reporter,
“To stop all this floating around.”
One bee out of many in f l i g h t~~~~
Arrived in my garden in f r i
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And s t u n g through my glove
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of spite
One’s never too hot for angels to handle.
Quote - Poet’s own
For the glamorous Marilyn Monroe
Completely out of their minds men would go
Her hour glass figure
Sent them a-dither
When her two beauties were out there on show.
As a blonde bombshell Marilyn was known
Her face and her shape got her on a throne
Some folk liked it hot
When wild the wind got
Up went her frock, to her shock all was shown.
Marilyn wished to be star, perchance
Through exciting years she’d act, sing and dance
In films she appeared
She lost all her fears
And she was never without a romance.
Sadly Marilyn met her end too soon
Now she's flying somewhere over the moon
A proven actress
In heaven's love nest
Dancing and singing with angels in tune.
My purse shows barest of bottom,
The returns, never so handsome,
What a Valentine Day
That would never well pay--
A flying kiss is all to me hast come!
Dear Valentine, vague kiss
Can’t do what can a Miss,
What matter can, cannot atom.
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Happenings |03.03.2025|
Note: The Valentine Day came and passed. This man of the Limerick only now could get his P & L account ready.
A man with propellorized hat
Stepped up with his beanie to bat.
The fastball blew by,
Away he did fly,
He hadn’t accounted for that.
When you travel and you’re on a plane,
Attendants must always explain
What to do in a crash
But the words they rehash
Most on board think are spoken in vain.
Yet a Delta flight recently dipped
As it landed and suddenly flipped.
Every seat belt held tight
As each one on the flight
Dangled upside down, very off-script.
Flight crews got all the passengers out
With some injuries scattered about
But they all did survive,
In one piece and alive,
Though quite shaken up, there’s little doubt.
A payout from Delta proposed
Thirty-thousand for each one exposed
To this harrowing turn
(More than some people earn)
But not worth it, as many disclosed.
Conceiving himself to be dead,
He leaped like a ghost from his bed.
But finding no wings
Supporting of things,
He fell like a mortal instead.
A man of kaleidoscope eye
Devoured all manner of pie.
Apple to rhubarb,
Crusty with full carb,
The pie in his eye made it fly.