Football Limerick Poems | Examples
These Football Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Football. These are the best examples of Limerick Football poems written by international poets.
Theres a flood today in Crick.'
Uncontrolled migrants; on the uptick'
There is football till morning.'
When they normally were snoring
And drunks in their, park being sick.'
I made a few mistakes or a dozen.
I didn't know 'bout birds and bees buzzin'.
Son, please listen to me.
It's the principle, see?
Forget the football team and my cousin.
He's weird with a beard like a brute
Yet Travis with Taylor is cute
We hope she's not miffed
If he is too swift
In bed in his red football suit
The primeval feelings they court
Are thrills from kills as a cohort
The owners are betting
That this bloodletting
Attracts all to football as sport
Author's note: A celebrity commenter attributed the NFL's recent very high ratings and financial success to everything except the appeal of a violent game. The Romans exploited this emotion long ago at the Colosseum. If I watch a game, I find myself having these feelings, which I do not like. Solution: turn it off and peace out. Am I the only one?
A football player named Zay
Made an exceptional play.
The ref called it flaunting,
But I thought it quite daunting.
Can't a guy celebrate a great day?
It's not the quarterback's fault
If his team was given salt
Missed chances and dropped balls
Which created some walls
The other team went on full assault
The quarterback did his thing
He played ball like he was a king
His players didn't step up
They played like a young pulp
Lost a chance at a Superbowl ring
Oh boy, did my lions roar
They kept knocking at the door
Wouldn't quit or go down
To me, they're the best around
Putting Tampa's team on the floor
He was a mean old football coach
Who always had an odd approach
His antennas were long
His mouth was all wrong
His faced featured a giant cock-roach
coffee is a football mug
join us as we chug a lug
no matter the team
bring on the steam
next time serve it in a jug.
Mama’s Thanksgiving plans went awry.
Football lovers might understand why.
Mama called for the blessing.
Everyone was obsessing
over touchdowns. Mom uttered a sigh.
“Keep the food warm till two,” Daddy said.
A huge turkey leg glanced off his head.
To the table, all scurried,
for they’d grown rather worried
Mama might next be hurling the bread.
The woeful Chicago Bears football team
Hibernated in caves this June to dream
Of winning their first game
But they exited tame ~
Green Bay Packers turned them into whipped cream
The ‘lionesses’ lost to Spain
Spain’s players are quaffing champagne
I may be unkind
But was the ref’s blind
My reasoning may be insane
I googled the Penso surname
The origin could be from Spain
Perhaps there’s some bias
So Spaniard's could Gaius
From watching finals I’ll abstain!
What is FIFA? I google to see
because football means nothing to me.
Whether football from here
or world soccer, it’s clear
facts and figures from me there won’t be.
My apologies to the contest sponsor!!
We live in a world: nor and for,
Wherein a game’s played like a war,
And a war like a game—
Winning the only aim,
Look at Soccer World Cup for sure.
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Happenings |12.12.2022| Limerick, world, war
Poet’s note: Look at the conflicts still raging all over the world. Then reflect on the hysteria of the Soccer World Cup concluded recently. Do these games promote friendship and brotherhood? One is not sure, and is left with a deep sense of déjà vu that would be carried on to the next year waiting to unveil.