Music Limerick Poems | Examples
These Music Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Music. These are the best examples of Limerick Music poems written by international poets.
There’s a guy with the funniest chair,
and an unfortunate lacking of hair.
He always plants his ass
in the back of the class,
and his name is Dave Crandall. So, there.
They say Dave was a major in math,
but his life took an alternate path.
He suffered boredom, severe,
in an IT career,
and, on retiring, felt need for a bath.
Being no longer youthful or limber,
he moved to Leisure World one September,
where, as an old fart,
he found writing and art.
At least, that’s what he can remember.
If he was lost on a deserted isle,
art and writing would not make him smile.
He’d need folk music for that
and a wide-brimmed straw hat
to shield his head in this lone domicile.
Did you hear about our friend, Glenn Hughes,
who is Robert James Liguori's muse?
Though he's set to retire,
may he ever inspire,
as he sure fills a big pair of shoes.
Colonel Parker found a young kid named Elvis,
and asked, “How are we gonna sell this?
The way he shakes that thing,
they’ll soon call him the king
because of his fabulous pelvis.”
They called him the rock and rock king.
All the girls would cry, “Ring-a-ding-ding”.
All until the sad day
they would solemnly pray,
because his pelvis was up in a sling.
"Solos come and go, but riffs last forever." ~ Keith Richards
Mick and Keith just came out with a single,
and they say it's a pretty good jingle.
That's why it makes sense
that these elderly gents
have "Rock and Roll Legends" on their shingle.
A kid when they rose from obscurity,
now I've reached a state of maturity;
or said another way,
as of this very day,
I'll be taking social security.
The Stones say our destiny is in stars
to the tune of Keith Richards guitar;
and if you ask me,
I'd have to agree,
just because we've all made it this far.
The singer had sought to profess,
But thought it was better confess.
“I don’t know a thing
Of which note to sing,
I just sort of guess, more-or-less.”
Limericks not rude
Can I write a limerick not rude
Deep down I'm really a prude
limerick is done
compiling was fun
Oops! Been writing whilst I am nude
I Can
A gentle young Austrian fellow
Played both piano and cello
both instruments antique
his talent unique
Produced tones so calming and mellow
A gifted pianist named Xavier
is known for some funny behaviour.
He likes to smoke hash
(which patrons find rash)
whilst playing Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier.
The ratio 'round to across,
That's pi, in a one-sentence gloss.
It may not seem much,
But still, it is such
As that to all rhythm, it's boss.
The music played with rhythms sweet
People were dancing to the beat
She went on the dance floor
With moves to explore
But the gal had two left feet
In the churlish church of the frozen chosen
Where they're called to be emboldened
Though mugwumps may frown
And complain of the weight of their crown
In God’s Kingdom they’re advancing as scolded
And in this is how God does promote
Through suffering and removal of mote
Through pain we are free
To use our free will as it be
Of the irenic scene we must take note
Do you hear how the strings sweetly sing?
From the harp to the autoharp’s ring
With guitar and with bass
Choir voices in place
Their music makes Heaven take wing
So let us help one another in accord
With God’s movement on this earthly chessboard
What we forfeit when we don’t pray
How we reject others who need help in this way
Help us our most precious and forgiving Lord
A blubbery walrus, well taught,
With whiskers aquiver once sought,
A means on the land
To start up a band,
But vocals here hindered a lot.
PETE THE PERCUSSIONIST
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There once was a drummer named Pete,
whose rhythm was funky and sweet.
He dreamed of the stage,
a rock star despite his age.
His sticks, though, were clumsier than his feet.
He practiced with pots and with pans,
in hopes of a life with great bands.
With a crash and a boom,
he shook up the room,
Wishing for a gazillion and one fans.
He donned leather pants, shiny and tight,
and shouted, "Tonight, I’ll be outta sight!"
But when he would play,
the crowd ran away,
He understood ‘twas rock star’s plight.
Nature presents canary tweet
Sweet rhythm greets with hopeful beat
Cheering God's grace* now
For sure, it’s a wow…
Midst melody of freedom treat.
*1 Peter 5:10 - But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
June 12, 2025
3rd place, "Out on a Lim" Animal Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 6/14/2025
Considering himself quite the thing,
He thought from his barstool to sing.
But others thought not,
The praise that he got
Was less than a crow choir could bring.
In diving the coast off Aruba,
He thought he would play his best tuba.
The fish thought it odd,
The stingray said “Todd,
That isn’t the way to do scuba.”