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 Nicola Byrne |
Categories: birthday, fun, humorous,

Would You Like Some More


My birthday was finally here,

And with it, a cold was quite clear.

I munched on some cake

That made my lungs wake,

And sneezed it right into your ear!



8th August 2016
(Inspired by Regretting Cake contest 
Sponsored by Julia Ward)


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

I 'EAR' DANIEL TURNER HAS A BIRTHDAY TODAY

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 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 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 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
01/06/14


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 JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous,

GREAT BALLS OF FIRE

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 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 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,

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 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 JAN ALLISON |
Categories: age, birth, birthday, celebration,

LEAP YEAR BIRTHDAY

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 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
11/14/2015

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 JAN ALLISON |
Categories: birthday, humorous, name,

WHAT'S IN A NAME - A BAWDY POEM FOR MY AUNT'S 90TH BIRTHDAY

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 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.’
    
  01/06/17

    Christmas Day Contest by Alexis Y















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 Jack Ellison |
Categories: vanity,

Amazing



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 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