Short Limericks Poems
Short Limericks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Limericks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Limericks by length and keyword.
This must be limerick season
A contest may be the reason
Makes me happy
And a bit sappy
Anything less would be treason
I miss souper Rico’s jokes
Of limericks he was the G.O.A.T.
I’m sure he’s free
To write plenty
In heaven aloha dear Rico
A limerick ought to be bawdy
A little bit nasty and naughty
So if one should write
Write ones that bite
A little risqué and gaudy
Timmy Tombstone died today.
Gone with nothing left to say.
Some say it's best.
Now he can rest.
Some limericks are just grey. :)
Rico Leffanta is his name
Writing limericks is his game
Sometimes his tone
Becomes close to the bone
He is brilliant, just the same
A poet we all know as Chris
Loves to write limericks like this
In rhythm and rhyme
We get leud baudy lines
A winner we just can't dismis
Radhakrishna, Krish
Cooks up a tasty dish
Of verse, senryus, limericks and rhyme
Drop by his site ~ It's well worth your time
In Bali while on holiday
A visit from a small monkey
He grabbed my biscuit bag
This naughty scallywag
Then ate them all and ran away
In Bali while on holiday
A visit from a small monkey
He grabbed my biscuit bag
This naughty scallywag
Then ate them all and ran away
My mama taught me not to say
A naughty word, so stay away
With a bawdy game
That could bring me shame,
Or she won't let me out to play.
Arrangements of words can exist
So limericks end with a twist
This jolt to the brain
Is the final refrain
Of a punch line not to be missed
There is a young lady named Jan
She lives on the Isle of Man
Her limericks top rate
She’s back from a break
Can’t wait to read them again
A limerick ought to be funny
Like the puff on a Playboy bunny
'tis a bitter pill
But write what you will
Limericks don't earn easy money!
Poetic delicacies,
Chilled haiku sake,
Sautéed clerihew au jus,
Free-range limericks
baked to perfection,
Footle fries,
Yum!
I've never been to Rome or Nome
Or crawled through a Mayan catacomb.
I might explore
And travel more,
If I could do so without leaving home.
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.
Limericks I posted on Soup
"Stunk like an old chicken coop"
Critics asked for more
I wondered what for
But now you have the latest poop . . . . .
His limericks I’ll never slam, for Tom’s cunning but surely no ham.
January 10, 2021
entered in the Tease a Friend Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
I’m rather ticked that I can’t write;
the d*mned muse refuses to light.
But bees in my bonnet
won’t get you a sonnet;
it’s limericks only tonight.
I have decided the limericks must end
But each time I firm my resolve and begin
I'll try one new
Like a Haiku
But all of a sudden it happens again!
Again, you gave writing a go;
In shame you now hang your head low.
You once had a sonnet
Or two in your bonnet;
Now limericks are all that you know.
Valentine limericks can be funny
Flowers and candy cost lots of money
But I love my wife
And value my life
So I’ll buy her both and call her ‘honey’
After dark he has that spark,
He writes limericks for a lark,
Your chin will get sore
From the laughter he draw,
Be careful, it's getting quite dark.
There is this clever poet named Jack
His limericks pile up by the stack
I try to write one
To have a little fun
But his, a feast and mine just a snack
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?