Limericks Poems - Poems about Limericks

There once was a place soupers called PS Forgive me if I sound a bit too superc-i-l-i-o-u-s Bloggers delight with fisticuffs at bullying bogus bluffs One day...

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Limericks X This is a more serious limerick: The Abandoned Child’s Complaint by Michael R. Burch I hoped you might have loved me, but you pushed me out to sea like Moses, for some other strange Egyptian mother: Isis, Nefertiti. Keywords/Tags: limerick, child. childhood, children, child abuse, baby, abandonment, unloved, love, unwanted, mother...

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Hot Bikini Suzy bought a new bikini for Joe But the price she paid, he wouldn't want to know A sexy sheer suit, expensive, but cute She's hoping it soon makes his hot blood flow! Jaw dropping Martha liked to tan topless at the beach Soon her phone was ringing and out of reach She stood up to her dismay, her rack was now on...

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Zebras are clever little horses with stripes They know how to discharge without having to wipe They say pigs roll in the mud so as to get clean My wife keeps trying mudpacks...

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There once was a sensitive vicar, who said, "I'm not one to bicker, but the peal of that bell, makes me feel quite unwell, and plays merry hell with my ticker." An incensed old soul by the spire, preaching incense-igniting to the choir, exclaimed, "There is but one catch, when striking a match, don't set your surplice on fire." A parson spoke from the nave, "Spend...

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"Okay, tell me, who's gonna be next?" said the writer of the too-long text. "No, please, not me," said the lean noun. "Cut that fat verb there, two lines down." And they all watched with their faces vexed. The women in my Viking village don't like domestic work or tillage. They get much more excited when they all get invited on raids to go...

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I hate it when a girl rolls her eyes, because that means she's on to my lies. And then it's harder to get her to let me under her sweater, and then on to the ultimate prize. I never once said that you were fat. I'd never be as nasty as that. I think you’re a real cutey. I just adore your booty. But...

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This morning, my yard was hopping with squirrels and rabbits busily shopping for pine needles, berries, and cones, perfumes, oils, and sweet colognes, to entice partners for this evening's bebopping. The fox said to the wolf in a huff. "We're making this problem way too tough. You take that goat, Sandie, and I'll take that lamb, Randy. And we'll split Porks, if that ain't...

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My wife's housekeeping skills are lackluster. For getting things done, I just can't trust her. And her oven runs too hot, and the sole besom she's got flies only between Salem and Custer. I caught that crass, old man on the moon sneak a peak at my naked wife, June. In anger, I discussed the matter with my good friend, the mad hatter, who...

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A papoose with a twin is papooses, Double goose and get geese, but not gooses. Pluralizing perplexes me, Aggravates me, and vexes me, And I suspect that it checks my creative juices. ...

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Irish tales of what a leprechaun gives away If you don’t wear green on St Paddy’s Day a painful pinch Like Suisse’s Grinch, a green tie or vest so invisible you’ll stay ...

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The limericks piled in his yard Made mowing and maintenance hard. The blade would get stuck When nonsense it struck, The handle from hyperbole jarred. ...

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The man who a limerick makes, Some topic or other he takes. He drags it around, Through air and the ground, Then at a high temperature, bakes. ...

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A classicist once might have said, That limericks are poetry, dead. Another might say, ‘Tis verse that’s at play, That speaks to the earth in our head. ...

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A sentence or two, nothing more. Five rhymes, and then back out the door. A meter that’s strained, Some topic profaned: Ah me! What’s a limerick for? ...

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