Stress Limerick Poems

Has anyone actually seen a yeti... yet?
There are some who say these folks are a bit unsteady
Though the truth is a strain
Open minds must remain
So...

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I thought I could see it all
I thought I could look past the wall
But the more I climbed
The more I find
The wall had become to...

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Written: February 23, 2024

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As Mid-June approached, it was clear
That those who put themselves first had no fear
Amidst the chatter and fuss
They didn't budge or discuss
Other people's priorities were...

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Embrace them or fight, with smiles or a scowl
Inevitable, so don't throw the towel
Divine winds of change
Inherently strange
Come not whispering, but surge with a howl...

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I only drank one year, a while
I vastly prefer self-denial
Didn't like myself more
Back when dates *tried* to score
Now I've let them go, with a smile...

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Espresso is brewing: that's my fix,
not my expensive Rolex;
this Ralph Lauren suit is elegant.
Good looks can generate sentiment;
worry, rush and stress perplex!...

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I had placed Reeses cups in a bowl
There to snack anytime- with control
The large family size-
Hubby eyed with surprise
Said restraint was to be his new...

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There is in the house a hullabaloo
Furore, a fuss, commotion, ado
The in-laws will soon
Return from the moon
Be staying with us, a month, maybe two!

Short notice,...

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There was a man from Nantucket
Who sold lobsters by the bucket
He drove all around 
No customers found
He had no choice but to truck it...

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I
To all you wannabe poets,
Here's a word of advice ere you start:
If you want folks to love it,
Keep your ego out of it,
When you write...

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I am feeling bored, 
Like a toad. 
Can't stop being lazy, 
When I love to be clumsy.
Guess I will just complete my work and reduce...

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I feel out of sorts and don’t lie
When I say that I can’t explain why,
Or rather I could
But nobody would
Make sense of it, though they...

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In the Pocket


For years Nana begged for a holiday 
But pop's only passion was Faraday
He failed to do the math
Created a psychopath
She smirked, "Give my...

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There's the chance of passing on
Long before my time - my last song
Eliminating my stress
Clinging to each breathe
A very different outcome I do long...

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