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Wine Limerick Poems | Examples

These Wine Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Wine. These are the best examples of Limerick Wine poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberA Story To Wine Over

Gathering fantasies over here   

  

Dog day stories having much cheer  

  

Berries get loving stomp  

  

Barbera wine we want  

  

Arming our heart feeling cupid's spear


Premium MemberA Meat and Potatoes Man

              My dad was a meat and potatoes man
              Stuff like quiche, wine and cheese he couldn’t stand

                   Mom once served him Chinese
                   Dad said, “Mom, if you please 

              Dump that lo mein in a foreign trash can”

Premium MemberThe Owl, Sipping Port in His Study

The owl, sipping port in his study,
Perusing philosophy muddy,
Proclaimed “Kant is cant,
And read more I shan’t,
I well know a fowl fuddy-duddy!”

Premium MemberOinking Dog

At my  party, dog Snicks tried some wine 

Licked one two rhum bits then felt unfine, 

    Round body then wobbled

    Lost senses, she fumbled

Whirled on the rug, oinking like a swine!

Premium MemberRevenge Is Sweet

I brought her some flowers and red wine
And I hoped that one day she'd be mine
Crept round the back quietly 
And I was aghast to see
Her naked with the neighbour, the swine...

"I was just being neighbourly," said he 
My ex could not even look at me
I saw her phone and real quick
Took a compromising pic
Then sent it to her friends and family...




Written on 1st February 2026


Premium MemberA Feline Feast

There was a cat who used up her lives of nine
Feasting upon caviar and mulled wine 
She went out like a light
On Christmas Eve night
And her owner passed away the same time.

Premium MemberHot Toddy New Year’s Eve

Old wine soon gone; quick, lest we’ll be too late,
Think wise, or the standard draft if we wait.
Something spicy should be tried,
There lies the cold world outside,
Not to be stuck with the same current fate.

Premium MemberSamuel Johnson, Happiness and Wine

As happiness now, Johnson thunk,
Requires that a fellow be drunk,
Pursuing the happy,
A literate chappy, 
So happy became that he stunk.

Premium MemberAristotle and the Parrot

Aristotle, doth he opine,
That parrots grow saucy with wine.
I can't help but think
He drove it to drink, 
The source of its moral decline.

Premium MemberOn Landings

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.

Premium MemberThe Goblin Was Wobblin’ Along

The goblin was wobblin’ along,
Tipsy and singing a song.
It’s hard to cause fright,
When sober not quite,
He hadn’t the heart to do wrong.

Premium MemberHoliday Fun

BAD SANTA

Christmas Eve Santa went to a party
And got drunk on wine, beer and aged
 whisky
He slept all through Christmas day
To Mrs clause's dismay
Poor kids were left crying round a bare tree...
                   
 FROSTY'S DEMISE

Frosty was in a bit of a muddle
Started melting and knew there was trouble
Santa said "It's a great shame
And climate change is to blame"
The next day poor Frosty was a puddle...

  RIP SCROOGE

Scrooge caught an elf who was taken aback
Bound his hands and then put him in a sack
Watching was Jacob Marley
And he abhorred cruelty
So he gave Scrooge a fatal heart attack...

Premium MemberMad Cow Expertise

Mad cow disease is my expertise,
and I dine on fine wine, quince and cheese.
In my august wisdom, 
what I sure think is dumb, 
is to spit without checking the breeze.

Premium MemberHoliday Limericks

 Her lover left her on Halloween
 and then ran off with the zombie queen
 She sat there sipping wine
 Looking like Frankenstein
 She saw a ghoul and he looked so keen

 They went to the ball in a limousine
 She and the ghoul,  it was a monstrous scene
 and so they danced all night
 With some boos and a fright
 She puckered her lips, it was glowing green!
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberPoor Pitiful Danny Diver

     Danny Diver is no belly-flopper
     Only this time his dive came a-cropper 

        Danny started out fine
        But he’d drunk too much wine 

      He's motionless in the rescue-copter

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