Limerick Poems About Birthdays | Birthday Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: birthday,

Charmaine Chircop

There is a lovely young lady on my mind She is real loyal and giving and kind Birthday spankings I give For each year she has lived I better run and protect my own behind
Happy Birthday Charmaine

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: friendship, happiness,

To the Birthday Girl -and Guys

Happy Birthday to this awesome THREE: to Frank, Kashinath, and P.D. Those born this day SEVEN have blessings of Heaven in wit, charm and poetry! Resurrecting this oldie for the contest of PD: You three guys are tops with me!

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: birthday, friendship, humorous,


A most charming poet named Dan Writes poems whenever he can He is sixty today So I’m writing to say Happy birthday from your friend Jan xxxxxxx An unfortunate poet named Daniel His huge ears made him look like a spaniel They dangled down so low Past his knees to his toe The plastic surgeon re-wrote the manual! The surgeon who was in charge He had never seen ears so large With a nip and a tuck Daniel was in good luck Dashing home to show his wife Marge POEMS POSTED WITH PERMISSION OF DANIEL TURNER 13th August 2016

Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: birthday, humorous,

The Rumor Going Round

There’s a rumor going ‘round it’s my birthday today; they say that I’m seventy years old..…no way. too many candles to light, it would take into the night. When did I suddenly turn old and grey. Some say I’m an old man and not too smart, but I say don’t put the horse behind the cart; ‘cause age is just a number not something to encumber, and this old man is still young at heart.
December 7, 2017

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: birthday, celebration, poetess, tribute,


Poetry Aged eighty Joyce started to write Her poems my senses ignite Imagery so divine I just wish it was mine Great poetry brings such delight Making Fudge Joyce really loves making fresh fudge I wonder if I give Joyce a nudge She will send to me Her fudge recipe From my kitchen I would not budge! Tulip Parade Without Joyce being sat in her seat The parade would not be complete Gardens Joyce does promote On the flower club float Her zest for life cannot be beat! Gardening club Joyce travels to state garden shows Her knowledge of plants overflows It would be a great idea In her centenary year To honour her name with a rose 100th Birthday All soupers we must now rejoice And shout out with united voice That we just want to say Have happy Birthday To a fabulous poet named Joyce Happy 100th Birthday Contest Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire 4/18/18

Poem Details | by Mick Talbot |
Categories: birthday,


HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and now for the lady herself Jan Allison a birthday limerick, I hope she thinks fun I'd give more but you know the score 'It's only words' cant sing throats sore but birthday wishes oh yes a big 1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN
My thanks to Tom Cunningham for the heads up, cheers Mick :-)

Poem Details | by Mick Talbot |
Categories: humor,

Limericks Inspired by Tom Cunningham

A LIMERICK OR THREE INSPIRED BY THE TOM CUNNNINGHAM on JAN ALLISONS BIRTHDAY ~~~~~~~~~ there is a poetry soup poet called Tom at composing limericks, so well done! a birthday wish he wrote for Jan, a birthday date I did ney ken! Oh I wish I could sing the birthday song now there's another named Mick who's birthday wishes for Jan, hic I toast, whilst having a coke nowt in't, honest no joke and now for my next party trick there is a lady who goes by the name of Jan on poetry soup you'll find her o yes you can Allison, her nee, sorry don't not know her poetry I do, it really does glow and she abides on the beautiful Isle of Man ~~~~~~~
Thanks for the heads up Tom! Mick

Poem Details | by Quentin Ehlinger |
Categories: birthday,

Natal Anniversary

A simple note for your natal anniversary
Would be no more then simply just cursory.
Yes, a word or two to wish to you
A happy birthday just wouldn't do
So I simply wrote for you this little verse, you see?

Poem Details | by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: funny, birthday, birthday,

Birthday Glee for Debbie G

  "Birthday Glee for Debbie G."

as I peeked at my calendar today
circled in red it said Debbie's Birthday
so off to shopping mall
to buy her a stress ball
she can squeeze, poke or prod everyday!

remember age is just a number, Debbie dear,
you're getting better year after year
don't worry 'bout being older
you're just wiser and bolder
how about a toast with a big keg of beer!

sending you a surprise first class mail
open immediately, without fail,
magic mirror attracts men
reflects a sexy 5 foot - ten
38-22-34 has great appeal!

then there's a love potion for fun
for a gal whose always number one
as you blow out birthday candles
forget about those "love handles"
when the smoke clears just hurry up and run!

one more little gift to ignite
in a woman's world, perfume's a delight
just one little squirt
you become instant flirt
Deb gets "lucky" on her birthday night!

hope these little treats brought you birthday cheer
with a card saying: "wish you were here"
though miles separate
we'll help you celebrate
with a big hug and kiss and tiny tear! 

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, children, emotions, happiness,

H is for Happy

H is for Happy, a tickled pink smiley
A jam on a pancake, made of strawberry
to start-up a day 
when you can just play
dress like a princess, and mom is the fairy.

H is for Happy, a birthday wish for you,
to feel in your heart, though everything is new
to laugh and then giggle
to dance and then jiggle
run, skip and wiggle like that day at the zoo.

22 September 2015
E is for Emotion Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance

Poem Details | by Erin Soares-Anselmi |
Categories: light, marriage,

Pride and Arrogance's Wedding

Pride & Arrogance’s Wedding

Pride was looking for a partner to share his life.
He found Arrogance and asked her to be his wife.

 This would be the grandest affair no one could beat.
Anybody who was somebody would fill the seats.

Sarcasm would be the maid of honor Arrogance’s best friend
While Pride’s buddy Boastful would do the honors of stepping in.

Pompous, Pretentious, and Presumptuous found their places
While Vanity and Bossy were screaming in each other’s faces

Smug walked by with Snotty his wife of many years
As Arrogance’s mother Egotist tried not to shed a tear.

As Arrogance came in the room all stopped and stared
To witness true love Pride and Arrogance shared.

Pride took Arrogance by the hand to the alter
Looking stiff and stoic like the rock of Gibraltar 

The wedding was beautiful but just a little odd
But everybody knew they were like two peas in a pod

 They now live in a town called Imso Crass
While Arrogance works hard Pride sits on his ass

Arrogance, if she only knew her fate with Pride
She would have never agreed to be by his side.

But now there’s a baby whom she must take care.
Little chaos born on her birthday they now share.

Erin Soares-Anselmi

Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: birthday,

Candles and Scandals

There was an old vandal in sandals,
Who spread about rumours and scandals,
And it seems a mistake
That I baked her a cake:
She gossiped and kicked out the candles.

For Carolyn’s birthday contest

Poem Details | by Robert Pettit |
Categories: anniversary,

Birthday Limerick

Blow out the candles on your birthday cake.
Before you do that, there’s one wish you make.
Wish for one more year
to stick around here.
We’ll need one more candle, goodness sake!

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous,


Sir Henry smoked his cheroot Just dressed in his birthday suit He did something rash When flicking his ash Now his skin isn't hirsute 4th May 2015

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: retirement,

Ahhh Retirement

This life of retirement sure is a blast But can never remember when I went last Tried to act coyly And not to be noisy Then bombs away like a huge birthday bash

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: funny, time,

Annoying Image

My mirror continues to annoy me Its contorting the face that I see I cant be that old But the truth be told My birthday and the image agree

Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: funny, holidayhalloween, , cute,

Halloween Limerick

There once was a Halloween party
All of the costumes there were naughty
I tried to be cute
Wearing my birthday suit
And won the prize for costume most gaudy

Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: life, nostalgia, car, car,

My First Love

Got my first car when I was sixteen The coolest blue car I had ever seen A hot rod fuel injected My foot to floor connected I’m surprised I lived to seventeen I loved my Datsun 280 z A birthday gift from my parents to me Drove it for eight long years When I sold it, I cried tears To this day, I still miss my baby *My first car was a 1976 Datsun 280z By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for the My First Car Contest (Carol Brown) second place

Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: fun,

Birthday Lady from Algiers

A birthday lady from Algiers
Full of despair and woeful tears
Cos to her surprise
She cant see her eyes
Too many wrinkles seemed to appear

She went to her doc for advice
Saying look at me I don't look nice
So she had a face tuck
Now with any luck
She will lose that look of surprise.

Penned 18/05/2014

Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny,

Birthday Calamity

Jimmy Jones from Winnipeg
Celebrated his birthday with a keg,
That round container full of beer
Was kept by Jimmy oh so near,
That night he fell and broke his leg.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: age, birth, birthday, celebration,


Leap year babes party every fourth year When their birthday arrives they can cheer But on a positive note It would surely get MY vote Getting old is something they won’t fear! 15th September 2016

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: birthday, humorous,


This 90th birthday poem is for my Aunt Jean Bates – she was in fits of laughter when I recited it on the phone for her todayMy Aunt and her brother (who is 99) both used to write poetry and many naughty limericks so I guess it is in my genes A schoolboy whose surname is Bates Got terribly teased by his mates He is MISTER not Master – (That would be a disaster) His surname he now really hates! True Story … When I was on the phone my aunt told me of a coach trip she took with her husband and son – the tour leader was reading out the names of the passengers … Mr and Mrs Smith and Master Smith, Mr and Mrs Jones and Master Jones …My aunt was mortified when they got to their surname and it was Mr and Mrs Bates and Master Bates – why couldn’t they call him Mister! 08-06-17

Poem Details | by Murray Mahauariki |
Categories: funny,

Feb funy bone

29 days in February this year, 
an extra day to cheer,
but its pretty dumb,
if your born on the last one,
cause your birthday comes every 4 years.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love,

It Busted My Britches

Was totally overwhelmed by your Birthday wishes From all over the world, it busted my britches I apologize if I missed one I completely came undone I'm sending you all a bunch of love and kisses © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Celestine Ikwuamaesi |
Categories: humorous,

Happy Birthday

After a morning jog about a mile, 
I dressed for my birthday in a grand style; 
Danced around a big white cake 
Like a white duck in a lake, 
Fondling my white puppy with a broad smile

© 2015

Poem Details | by Franklin Price |
Categories: birthday,

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me
A personal limerick
By Franklin Price

Happy Birthday to me I'm so lucky
Been years since I've seen rubber ducky
Have a beautiful wife
And a wonderful life
Not much at all has been sucky

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: birthday, funny, humorous,

Happy Birthday Jan


Happy birthday to a lovely lady called Jan
Who's a poet from The Isle of Man
So please raise your glass
To a very nice lass
Burn (s) the candle at both ends while you can.

Have a  great  birthday Jan and enjoy Burns night, I've done you a few limericks, sorry I didn't have time to wrap them.

There was a thirty stone woman called Mabel
Who liked to pole dance on her table
She heard a loud crack
Fell off broke her back
Now cannot get up she's not able.

There was an old woman called Meg
Had woodworm in her wooden leg
The leg gave way
She started to sway
And hopped to the shop for a new peg.

There was an old man called Matt
Who lived on the tenth floor with his cat
The cat chased a ball
Out the window did fall
Matt heard a meow then a splat.

There was a young fellow called Murray
Went out with his friends for a curry
The curry was off
He started to cough
Ran off to the loo in a hurry.

There was a young nurse called Nell
Who was carrying a potty and she fell
It went up in the air
And all over her hair
Now they avoid her because of the smell

There was an old farmer from Surrey
Who was always running around in a hurry
Got startled by a bell
Tripped over and fell
And ended up face down in some slurry.

There was an old man called Fred
Who spent most of the day in bed
He lit up a smoke
And started to choke
Couldn't breath now he is dead.

Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: christmas,

Christmas Day

               Christmas Day
                                   I desired for bi-cycle as birthday present.
                                  My Dad did not agree but just made a comment
                                              and next put a clause,
                                              ‘Let it be Santa Claus
                             to bring your grand gift on coming Christmas event.

                          I inquired ‘how could he put cycle inside sock?
                          Please give me neither false hope nor funny shock!'
                                            Dad told ’Don’t worry,
                                            Santa will carry
                            to put cycle beside sock at night twelve O’clock.'

                             Obeying family routine, by ten I slept.
                             Rejoiced to see cycle beside sock on day next                                              
                                     Someone knocked the door
                                       afternoon by four,
                             producing the bill of bi-cycle for payment.

                           I rushed to Dad ‘Santa claiming money! Too wise!’
                           Bill payment is still dueDo you realize?’
                                             Dad was prompt to say
                                            ‘Santa is sure to pay
                         laterMessenger has come to apologize.’

    Christmas Day Contest by Alexis Y

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Glad That God Is Here

Glad That God Is Here

Am always glad that God is here;
To me sincere and so very near;
Looking forward to
A life that is new,
And soon His Son will reappear.

Jim Horn

Happy Birthday Again

With God a new life will begin;
Have a happy birthday again;
How glad you are,
From here and afar;
Next one better will have been.

I always wondered,
Exact place I have to go,
to find state of shock.

Will write another
Poem that is to my licking,
You will want to read.

Poem was becoming;
Quite the thing to be writing,
For relaxation.

When a poem will write,
Is for pure satisfaction,
Knowing it I wrote.

What poems mean to me,
Which I will write for myself,
Did appreciate.

Grinding halt came to,
When I wondered where I was;
Lost forevermore.

So slight could be chance,
When it was finally found,
Gave up and resigned.

Found that forbearance,
And acceptance of others,
Did answer my dreams.

May mind if I do,
What always pleases us both,
Way beyond a doubt.

What worry will do,
Makes your life a complete mess,
From start to finish.

Both qualitative,
And also quantitative;
How you measure things.

May be related;
Inversely proportional;
Meaning opposite.

Variance is a
Way to measure differences;
Were significant.

What if rational,
Or could be irrational
Way of seeing things.

While astronomy,
Is related to the stars;
Planets does include.

With trepidation,
Concentrated on remarks;
Effects that they had.

Am now close to death;
What to me matters the most;
Will be heaven bound.

Used dead reckoning
On typographical map,
To find destiny.

Umbilical cord,
Connects baby with the womb,
So life will begin.

Only those who are totally inept,
Failure never willing to accept,
And if hysteric,
Must be cleric,
Revealing secrets once well kept.

Trump have heard has a hot head,
And body looks like a lump of lead;
Talked off ears;
We shed tears;
Big mouth bled and he is now dead.

Also, for whatever this may be worth;
America has become a hell on earth.

Infection From Which Direction

Could there possibly be a connection;
When instilled in you is an infection;
We must warn;
Could be airborne;
Had come from a down wind direction.

Maybe back things must start to scale,
After we had continued to fail, fail, fail;
Become proficient,
While also efficient,
And smoothly sail not going into a gale.

What about Trump is really any good:
Have his own way wants and would;
A lousy loser,
Body abuser;
Promotes corruption when he could.

Might as well put all of my poems into
one poem being that I am always exceeding 
ten again and againGoal is 5,000 poems 
and to be Number 3Jim Horn

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: humor,


A romantic young man from Sherwood 
Bought a ring for his girl and felt good
He left it on the bus
Air was blue with his cuss
Chased after it as fast as he could.

A chocolate lover from Bangalore
Couldn't get enough and wanted more
She had a big belly
Wobbled like a jelly
Now she cannot get out the front door.

There was a man who got into a lift
Someone before him had left him a gift
He gagged and he spluttered 
Under his breath muttered
Got to his floor and oh boy did he shift.

A Dutchman was wearing new clogs
Got chased by some mean looking dogs
But he could not out run
They chewed his clogs for fun 
And now they look like splintered logs.

A pilot was flying in the sky
Heard both his engines splutter and die
He'd ran out of fuel
And he felt a fool
The moral is fill up 'fore you fly.

On her birthday told hubby don't be late
And with him she wanted to celebrate
With good food and some wine
A posh place they would dine
He forgot and went drinking with a mate.

Written 17th January 2019.

Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: child, christmas, memory,

Christmas Memories

       Christmas Memories
                                  From childhood memories I recollect 
                                   I asked for bi-cycle as birthday present.
                                            Dad put just a clause,
                                              ‘Let it be Santa Claus.
                                 He will bring the gift: A grand event.
                                False hope gave simultaneous jerk and shock.
                              ‘How could Santa Claus put cycle inside sock?
                                           Dad told ’Neither to worry,
                                           Nor to feel sorry.
                            Cycle to be put beside sock by twelve O’clock.

                              Enjoyed Christmas Eve and happily slept.
                             Rejoiced to see cycle beside sock on day next.
                                      Christmas Carol, I sang
                                      And the door- bell rang
                             Someone produced cycle-bill for payment         
                         I rushed to Dad ‘Santa has come in disguise!
                           He claims moneyDo you realize?’
                                  Dad was prompt to say
                                  ‘Later,Santa will surely pay.	
                        Messenger has come to apologize.’
                 Second Place
    Childhood Christmas Memories Contest by Bic Gl-Sa

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: age, birthday, body, humorous,



Her bedding’s a damp soggy sight Kay’s bathed in sweat night after night She’d discovered the cause It’s the darned menopause Now fifty the timings just right!   For Kay – happy 50th! ( I have never met this lady but was asked to help write 50th birthday poems for her.I asked her friend for some info to work on and night sweats was one of the things I was told)   6/30/18

Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: fun,

At The Tulip Parade

Our Joyce at the Tulip Parade
was humming the music they played;
she leapt to her feet,
and danced to the beat
(but sang out of tune, I'm afraid)...

for Carolyn & Catie's 100th Birthday contest

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: vanity,


Some days I totally amaze myself..but other days Put my keys in the fridge, so questions could be raised It's a daily crap shoot Go outside in my birthday suit Wifey-poo bails me out, then sets my pants ablaze

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: meaningful,


This naughtiness is certainly not intentional Can't help it, seems ingrained in my multidimensional Been blessed with this trait Since my first birthday cake Promise to try hard will refrain from writing about genitals

Poem Details | by john scott |
Categories: age,

poor Rickets

My one legged mate called Rickets
Pierced his foot on a thorn in the thickets
As he hopped around in pain
He did it again and again
It was so funny I could of sold tickets

In the bathroom, he took off his boot
Honestly, I don’t like to hoot
But when he fell in the bath
I couldn’t help but laugh
He should of put on his swimsuit

We both agree, he is accident prone
With his cuts and bruise,s full blown  
The bump on his head
Is when he fell out of bed
He is to dangerous to be on his own

He was hopping once, just past the gym
When someone threw, a tomato at him
They normally don’t hurt, he said with a grin
But this bugger did
It was still in a tin

It’s great, that Rickets is so calm
He is a great guy, useless, a charm
So I kept my mouth shut 
As he shaved and got cut
Because I don’t want him’ to suffer any harm

It was his birthday so we went for a meal,
He said, I feel tipsy, how do you feel
As he reached for some bread
He face went all red
As he choked on the last jellied eel

There are a thousand of Rickets like this
Its Rickets and a nature of his
As he hopped out of the door
He fell again on the floor
One wish and two legs would be his

Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: age, appreciation, birthday, love,

Birthday Limerick For Mum

Happy Birthday to my darling mum!
I hope that she’ll have cake and some
type of exquisite tea
to fill her tummy
and to a fat nap, thus succumb.

I must say she’s looking quite fine.
Who would guess that she’s seventy nine?
She’s filled to the brim
with vigor and vim
and blessed with God’s favor divine.


Written for my wonderful mother on her 79th birthday

Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: celebrity, fun, funny, humor,

The Not-Very-Much Material Girl

A sixty-year-old named Madonna,
Wore clothes that just covered her honour,
Her cone brassieres,
Caused quite a few scares...
And her knickers were barely upon her!

20 August 2018
For Celebrity Limerick Contest
Hosted by Tania Kitchin
Happy Birthday to Madonna, who turned 60 this week!

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Half Octavius Horn Limerick Page

Half Octavius Horn Limerick Page

When properly estimated goals are elevated,
And we either waited of have hesitated;
Thought for a while;
Then we did compile
Our ambition and effort which were related.

Looked all over the place as well as around,
Until my fine future I had finally found;
Had fun a lot,
Until was caught;
To find out in heaven God is also bound.

Almost one hundred months Obama did last,
Before he finally had landed at his last;
He would budge,
When wife did nudge;
A bright future for him by God was forecast.

When you are stabilized and well situated,
Things are easier on that can be concentrated;
Natural things come,
And no longer dumb;
Even when growing old and birthday celebrated.

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Curious About Your Impression

Curious About Your Impression

Poem 5420 and am on way to 5555.
A lucky thirten that is ten times that.

We were curious  about your impression,
About my poems becoming an obsession,
Much  more direct;
Had terrible effect;
Deep depression producing a recession.

Jim Horn

My 77th birthday is June 26,th 2018.
From March 31 to June 26th is 87
days or 2 months and 26 days.
Hope to be to 5,555 poems by
then which will be 130 more poems.
Will have to write 1.5 poems a day.

Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: age, birthday, celebration, happiness,

For My Dear Queen Mum

With great joy and mirth I can say
today is Queen Mum's special day.
She truly looks great
for seventy eight;
knows how to keep old age at bay!


Today is the birthday of my wonderful motherI am so grateful to still have her in my life!

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: break up, wind,


I’m dating a fella called Martyn He’s very windy, always fartin’ In his birthday suit He’ll constantly toot The stench is so bad that we’re partin’! FICTION POEM 5/3/19