Limerick Examples

These are limerick examples including famous examples of limerick poems and some of the best limerick examples by web poets.

Limerick Examples by Web Poets

Poem Details | by Chris Matt |
Categories: childhood

Basketball Shoes

My basketball sneakers could make me fly
In fourth grade I could jump so high
I wasn't the best on the team
But I was in my dream
With those shoes, I swear I could touch the sky.


Poem Details | by Anne Currin |
Categories: metaphor,

Looks Can Be Deceiving

There was a young girl whose silk skin
Was sewn up with some thread and a pin.
     It would drive the men mad,
     That sleek layer she had,
Well, until she took off her silk skin.

By Anne Currin


Poem Details | by Miss Wattle |
Categories: hockey,

THE GOALIE

THE GOALIE There's a young hockey player whose mask is all holey When the puck slaps at his face he's glad he's the goalie But he ducks and he weaves And he falls to his knees The young player then yells, "I've got it - holy moley!" © ELR 2013


Poem Details | by Erich Goller |
Categories: funny,

for The Pun Of It

For The Pun Of It (Limerick Suite) There's the absent minded professor He was a known fancy cross dresser Male or female who knew He walked funny too Leaving everyone a guesser ~~~~~~~ Franky wiener loves to eat hot dogs It makes him jump high like big green frogs The onions and relish Make his stomach hellish Ate to many, now feels like the hogs ~~~~~~~ I'm leaving you all my possession First I have to make a confession But you must promise me Pay all my bills you see If nothing is left blame recession ~~~~~~~ Sherlock Holmes said I've seen that before Doctor Watson try to find out more Do you know what I mean? But you must not be seen Until we get to the final core ~~~~~~~ Erich J.Goller Copyright 3.1.2011


Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: friend, humorous, silly,

An Absurdity

While waiting for my brainy date
My ignorant friend cried "Oh great!
Now everybody's dead!"
He so absurdly said,
Upon seeing Hamlet did berate.


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: happy, life, uplifting, wisdom,

I Choose To Be Happy

I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather today fresh flowers bouquet.

I choose to be glad and be grateful,
to count all my blessings, be cheerful.
I may go up then under,
but keep on and I ponder;
it feels good to do things and be joyful

I choose to be a smile in the night,
a spark in the dark that burns bright;
to someone who’s down,
a laughter and clown,
moreover a channel of joy and delight.












11 September 2015
For Casarah's Get Happy 101 Contest


Poem Details | by James Rasmusson |
Categories: funny

Seven Dwarfs

~Seven Dwarfs~  (limerick sequence)*

There once was a dwarf named Doc,
Who saw patients around the clock.
He hadn’t gone to medical school,
Yet his patients he could easily fool,
For his meds were always chalk.

There once was a dwarf named Sleepy,
Whose wife was extremely weepy.
She wanted to travel
But couldn’t unravel
His hair from the bed canopy.

There once was a dwarf named Happy,
Who ate only fudge and taffy.
His tummy got big.
He looked like a pig.
So he switched to chocolate frappé.

There once was a dwarf named Bashful,
Who’s wallet was always cash full.
Too timid to spend
For fear he’d offend
The peons whose homes were trash full.

There once was a dwarf named Dopey,
Who’s mind was mightily mopey.
His speech was so slow
His belle didn’t know
That he wanted to elopey.

There once was a dwarf named Grumpy,
Who became a little rumpy.
He ran ten miles a day,
But much to his dismay,
His butt just became real lumpy.

There once was a dwarf named Sneezy,
Whose allergies made him wheezey.
He wanted to play the romantic lead,
But instead did the voice of a dying steed,
In a film by Martin Scorsese.

*the real ending to "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs"


Poem Details | by Justin Time |
Categories: fun, games, golf,

I really am a golfer

I really am a golfer 
And let me tell you why
Its only when I swing a club
I really feel alive

I really am a golfer 
And take my driver out 
I swing my club and hit the ball
As hard and I have might

I really and a golfer
My ball is in the rough 
I swing my metal 3 real hard
To find the grass is tuff

I really am a golfer
My ball goes 50 ft.
It’s out the rough and in the sand
And buried very deep

I really am a golfer 
I take my sand wedge out
I open up the face of it 
And swing it with a clout

I really am a golfer
My ball is on the green
I swing the putter in an arc 
 With boggy on the seen

I really am a Golfer
My put goes 10ft past
I’m looking at a double 
But the Green is just too fast

I really am a golfer 
The balls beside the cup
I make it in the center
And my friends they call it luck 


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: adventure, animal, dedication, funny, imagination,

ZOO UNICORN

     ZOO UNICORN

Seeing the posting of the zoo unicorn
Could not wait to go see his horn
My eyes just could not believe
The boy I had  been deceived
Poor horse got thrown a lot of popcorn


 a Linda-Marie   = (contest) =


Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: adventure, nature, sportsfishing,

Fishing Limerick

This fisherman, we’ll just call Mike
Was fishing for Great Northern Pike
He would throw in his line
But time after time
It came back with nothing he’d like

When I was a wee little lad
I went out fishing with dad
I caught a big trout
And was dancing about
When he threw him back in I got mad

I said Dad why did you let him go
I could take him to school don't you know
Now I just can't conceive
That my friends will believe
If I haven't got something to show


Contest:  Limericks about fishing -3rd place finish
By: Mdailey


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: funny, humor, irony, pain, slam,

Jogger and Logger

For "Show Me the Funny (part two)"

There once was a fellow a woggin'*
Who bumped into one who was loggin'
They had quite a spat
The ax was a bat
And the first had a lump on his noggin


* Woggers are those who get all dressed for jogging, but only go at walking speed, while vigorously pumping their arms to delude themselves that they are jogging.


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: food, funny, green,

Green Beans

There once was a lad who loved beans,
But only the ones that were green.
For breakfast, dinner and lunch,
Even for snacks and brunch,
All he wanted to eat were green beans.

He planted a garden of his own,
And green bean seeds were all that were sown.
Row upon row of beans grew,
Much more than a few,
And he picked them when they were done growin'.

Once picked he would snap them all up,
And measure them out by the cup.
He cooked some with a ham,
Turned others into jam,
Then invited his friends to come sup.

Now, his friends thought him a mite queer.
His diet of green beans caused some fear.
If green beans were all he ate,
What would be his fate?
'Cause he's starting to look green 'round the ears.


2/1/13
for Isaiah Zerbst's Irish contest.


Poem Details | by Judith Angell Meyer |
Categories: funny, imagination, song-

His funeral

That he planned his funeral is factual
And being a prankster quite actual
He prerecorded his voice
So when we kneeled on the joist
He said, "Hi there! Don't I look natural."


Poem Details | by Donald Williams |
Categories: sports, golf,

Golf Limerick

There was a man from faraway lands.

He held a golf club in his right hand.

He said this to me.

What is that I see?

No club in your mitt, or ball to hit.


-For Contest Golf Limerick


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, confusion, how i feel, lost, rude, sad,

The Contest

(The Contest)

I once knew a gentle poet boy
Pretending to be the real McCoy
   He lost two in a row
   This is no game show
At the end, I felt used by the playboy


(The cold rain)

I wish I could take back the HM
Don't know why you chose to condemn
   I thought we were friends
   Now I see through crystal lens,
How you think all your poems are a top gem

(Not a reason to hate)

I once knew a girl with heavy makeup
Behind her smile, her face was corrupt 
   She was in it for the race
   Wanting all her poems to place
She did not win, now she's all worked up
    


SKAT


Famous Limerick Examples

There was a small boy of Quebec
Who was buried in snow to his neck
When they said, "Are you friz?"
He replied, " Yes, I is —
But we don't call this cold in Quebec"
Rudyard Kipling


A man hired by John Smith and Co.
Loudly declared that he’d tho.
Men that he saw
Dumping dirt near his door
The drivers, therefore, didn’t do.
Mark Twain


Our novels get longa and longa
Their language gets stronga and stronga
There’s much to be said
For a life that is led
In illiterate places like Bonga
H. G. Wells


T. S. Eliot is quite at a loss
When clubwomen bustle across
At literary teas
Crying, “What, if you please,
Did you mean by The Mill On the Floss?”
W. H. Auden


A wonderful bird is the pelican
His bill can hold more than his belican
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week
But I’m damned if I see how the helican
Dixon Merritt


An angry young husband called Bicket
Said: "Turn yourself round and I’ll kick it
You have painted my wife
In the nude to the life
Do you think, Mr Greene, it was cricket?"
John Galsworthy


There is a poor sneak called Rossetti
As a painter with many kicks met he
With more as a man
But sometimes he ran
And that saved the rear of Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti


The marriage of poor Kim Kardashian
Was krushed like a kar in a krashian.
Her Kris kried, "Not fair!
Why kan't I keep my share?"
But Kardashian fell klean outa fashian.
Salman Rushdie


There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh
Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
As he mostly sees double
To wear them why trouble?
I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you?
James Joyce


A bespectacled artist called Lear
First perfected this smile in a sneer.
He was clever and witty;
He gave life to this ditty –
That original author called Lear.
Erica Jong


To Miss Vera Beringer
There was a young lady of station
"I love man" was her sole exclamation
But when men cried, "You flatter"
She replied, "Oh! no matter
Isle of Man is the true explanation"
Lewis Carroll


A combustible woman from Thang
Exploded one day with a BANG!
The maid then rushed in
And said with a grin,
"Pardon me, madam -- you rang?"
Spike Milligan


There was an old poop from Poughkeepsie,
Who tended, at night, to be tipsy.
Said he, ''My last steps
Aren't propelled by just Schweppes!'' –
That peppy old poop from Poughkeepsie.
John Updike


Few thought he was even a starter.
There were many in life who were smarter.
But he finished PM,
A CH, an OM,
An earl and a Knight of the Garter.
Clement Attlee (about himself)


I wish that my room had a floor!
I don't so much care for a door,
But this crawling around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore!
Gelett Burgess


My firm belief is, that Pizarro
Received education at Harrow -
This alone would suffice,
To account for his vice,
And his views superstitiously narrow.
Aldous Huxley


There was a young man of Herne Bay,
Who was making explosives one day;
He dropped his cigar
In the gunpowder jar.
There WAS a young man of Herne Bay.
Langford Reed


Langford Reed saved the limerick verse,
From being taken away in a hearse.
He made it so clean
Now it's fit for a queen, Re-established for better or worse.
George Bernard Shaw


A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny:
“A canner can can
Any thing that he can
But a canner can’t can a can, can he?”
Carolyn Wells 


There once was a man who said, "Damn,
It has borne in on me that I am
A creature that moves
In predestinate grooves;
I'm not even a bus, I'm a tram!"
Maurice Evan Hare


Here are some limericks that are based on older limericks:

There was an Old Man of Madras
Who rode on a cream-coloured ass
But the length of its ears
So promoted his fears
That it killed that Old Man of Madras
Edward Lear


There was a young girl from Madras
Who had a most beautiful ass
Not rounded and pink
As you probably think
But gray, with long ears, and ate grass
Anonymous, after Lear


There was an old man in a tree
Who was horribly bored by a bee
When they said, "Does it buzz?"
He replied, "Yes, it does!
It's a regular brute of a bee!"
Edward Lear


There was an old man of St. Bees
Who was horribly stung by a wasp
When they said, “does it hurt?”
He replied, “no, it doesn’t –
It’s a good job it wasn’t a hornet”
W. S. Gilbert (after Lear)


There was a young fellow of Wheeling
Endowed with such delicate feeling
When he read on the door,
"Don't spit on the floor"
He jumped up and spat on the ceiling!
American version (anonymous)


There was an old man of Darjeeling
Who boarded a bus bound for Ealing
It said on the door
`Don't spit on the floor'
So he stood up and spat on the ceiling
British version