Limerick Poems About Dance | Dance Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Kristin Carter |
Categories: imagination, life, nature, places,

I Met This Charming Moonbeam Last Night

The arms of the willow started to sway
and this curious glow rippled my way.
While flirting with my feet,
nature played a song so sweet.
The lake our dance floor 'til the sun's first ray.

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny, dance, fire, dance,

My Big Fat Cousin's Wedding

My favorite cousin named Marge is almost as big as a barge. So one would assume, not knowing the groom, the guy would most likely be large. But he was a small man named Tim “As thin as a broom” describes him. While Marge would guffaw, Tim would watch her with awe and just smile for he was so prim! When the preacher addressed him and said, “You may now kiss the bride,” Tim turned red, for their lips could not meet. With high heels on her feet, Marge stood towering over his head. She leaned down while Tim stood on his toes, but for being in such a strange pose, Marge then came toppling down crushing Tim neath her gown while the whole church erupted in “Ohhhhh’s.” All was well, and thereafter, we ate; then we planned next to dance until late. But none could foresee the small tragedy that had us all leaving by eight! Marge had tossed off her heels for a glide on the dance floor, but when they both tried to dance, Tim got snagged by that dang gown and dragged as his bride was beginning to slide. Now shoeless, poor Marge could not stop. Toward a table with candles on top, they slid, and the groom then set fire to the room by landing with a belly flop. Poor Tim by the candles got lit, and we were all having a fit, for the fire got spread fast till the Best Man at last got us all wet extinguishing it! Inspired by the title of the movie: My Big Fat Greek Wedding & : Joann Grisetti's "My Cousin's Wedding" Poetry contest

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


A nubile young vicar named Jude Was seen swimming, totally nude The bishop said WOW Just look at you now Your assets - they need to be viewed! Fiction write! 07-05-17 Invited him home for a drink A toast as their glasses did clink Robes down on the floor Performing a chore... How far will this story now sink. WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH The vicar bent over to pray The bishop could not look away So for his protection Took up a collection A robe now conceals his display WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN I think this story about being nude will sink low I will tell on those guys, all I know Those two men are not holy The bishop's roly-poly And the vicar used to be in a nude girly show WRITTEN BY LIN LANE The bishop was feeling romantic The vicar thought the man pedantic When the vicar turned around To give the bishop a frown The bishop gasped, "Lord, you're gigantic!" WRITTEN DALE GREGORY COZART Said Jude, will we both go to hell- Said bishop, you never can tell But please will you turn I've got carpet burn And my knees are beginning to swell WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH As the bishop continued to stare He thought such a body's not fair To see the nude vicar was hard on his ticker and soon he had to change underwear WRITTEN BY ROGER ADAMS Mother Teresa told me so In the heaven we’ll dance too slow If you want to come Bring us some Rum Otherwise you may stop and go WRITTEN BY PASHANG SALEHI btw..What would the Pontiff say? Would there be hell to pay? Or would the Pope just drop the soap and hope he'd be invited to play WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS When suddenly a knock at the door they decided they'd rather ignore in walked the pope, joined in the group grope next day they were all saddle sore WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER The pope thought it not at all freakly when asking the other men meekly that if they were game and would do the same they could set up appointments weekly WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART Jude's assets developed so well As the bishop could obviously tell But you might be surprised How it grew to that size Well, he used it to ring the church bell WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY 07-06-17

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

Categories: love,

Letter to Linda

                     Linda the queen of Winda is in the swing of moods
               She keeps the little dove on swing, on her eggs she broods
                                   Little dove gives her a letter
                               God has written “you’re go-getter"
              And soon you'll be better “the dove's eggs are your dudes"
               The weeny dove goes to the queen with the full of beans
                Eggs are brattling love is crackling and the dance begins
                                Dovelets jump to the queen's lap
                            Sweet queen Linda, you’re not in trap"
                 "Snow is melting; God is pelting love at your sheens"
                     Queen of Winda, sweetest Linda sits on a satin
                    In the light of candle her tresses glisten in preen 
                                  Dovelets dance around Linda
                                   And Maramba and  Bellinda 
                       With a kinda smell of river Linda goes to teen

Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
03rd December,2014


Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: fun, humor, joy, nature,

Mischievous Spring

A mischievous season called Spring
Liked to tickle the tree tops an’ ting
And teach songs to the birds
Full of old fashioned words
Oh the rude songs Spring taught them to sing!

Spring liked to laugh, and to run
On the hill tops and wind up the sun
With a glint in her eye
And the hint of a thigh
And her hair down and buttons undone

Sometimes she’d knock off a joke
How the squirrels would squeak as she spoke
And oh how the tits
Loved the sniggery bits
Of the ones for the feistier folk!

Spring liked the tease and the chase
Oh the flirtatious look on her face!
Catch me!  She’d say
Always getting away
Well, not always A time, and a place

A word, Winter said, in your ear
You’re crossing a line here, I fear
Enough of the bants
And the flashing of pants
It’s most unbecoming, my dear

Winter, said Spring, you’re as old
And as wet and as grey and as cold
As a sheep in the mud
While I’ve fire in my blood
I shall not do a thing that I’m told!

And off she went, flicking the Vs
I am Spring, and I’ll do what I please!
Off to dance in the ring
With no knickers an’ ting
And to tickle the leaves in the trees

© Gail Foster 17th March 2018

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: humorous,

Godzilla's Cousin: COLLABORATION

Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla and hailed from jungles near Manila. Her poetry was swill so to pay all her bills she did strip shows for native gorillas. She went to merry old U.K. To make more money stripping all day. When folks voted for Brexit they meant Susie must exit to get rid of the smell right away. BY DALE GREGORY COZART Susie looked like an ugly gorilla A cousin of that monster Godzilla With flaccid pink lips And wobbly fat hips She appeared on the video ‘Thriller’   The director who chose her that day Said Don’t put on your make up today” … With no mask on your face You won’t look out of place And your dance moves will blow folks away”   Susie then thought she’d found the answer She’d work as a naked pole dancer But not one man would pay They said please go away … Put your clothes back on you fat chancer! BY JAN ALLISON Wanda-zilla is a great name for ugly, Susie Always batting her eyes like a low-life floozy Painted lips on a gorilla Looking like Phyllis Diller As a pole dancer she must've been a doozy BY LIN LANE Godzilla saw her and stole her away I think he wanted to toy with her play but she put up a fight all through the night and insisted that she had to stay BY MYSTIC ROSE She seductively ate a banana with zeal But that day it just got too real In her ugly mouth It all went south Her and a banana without appeal! BY ROGERPAT ADAMS

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: body, dance, humorous,


An acrobat whose name is Dale Went pole dancing with his wife Gail When he did the starfish He looked such a dish But suddenly Gail's face turned pale As he performed his sexy pole dance He'd got no undies under his pants Poor Dale was distraught When his todger got caught It cut short a night of romance 13th July 2017

Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: crazy,

Guise of a Clown

I have never liked your phoney guise as a clown Whose silly painted smile should be turned upside down I'd like to put red ants Down your baggy ass pants And watch you dance until the seat of 'em runs brown

Poem Details | by Caryl Muzzey |
Categories: cat, tree,

I Once Had a Gray Cat That Could Clog

I once had a gray cat that could clog
and was better than any old dog.
His feet work was fast
but stardom didn’t last
when he fell for this stunning tree frog.

My gray cat and tree frog was to wed
on night he was to dance for our bread.
He got very sick
when frog he did lick
was quiet toxic, now gray cat is dead.

When gray cat finally reached cloud nine
told gate keeper he was feeling fine.
Though he looked quite green
he captured the scene
when he clogged to the front of the line.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl SMuzzey

Nineth Place Winner ~ "Any Funny Poem” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Destroyer Poet
Aug14, 2011

Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: funny

My Economic Woes Doze .

The Soup kitchen's queue are in line
The economy , banjaxed and dyin'
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.

I called up my banker , by chance
With an invite to the " Poor Peoples " dance
He came dressed in rags
With two plastic bags
And the ass missing , from his old pants

No Ferraris or Mercs to be seen
For between us , we hadn't a bean
The soup it was cold
And the bread , it had mould
And Seamus the Chef , was a " Queen "

The dessert trolly started to shake
Baked Alaskas were fried like a steak
Amid all the wailin'
In strolled Sarah Palin
" Vote me in and I'll give you a break "

I awoke in a lather of sweat
At the characters I had just met
With a sad sorry weep
I went straight to sleep.
"Snore it off , Seán , that's as good as 'twill get

Perspired by Carolyn's , Limerick contest...

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, childhood, dedication, fantasy,

The Monster Mash

<                              dancing to the hit song monster mash
                                frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
                                took the witches culdeen
                                and boiled up mummys spleen
                                Quasimodo joined in on the bash

                                witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
                                illuminates party from it's start
                                Dracula and zombies
                                lurking for free bodies
                                poor old frankie's wife just fell apart 

                               the bewitching dance came to its end
                               when bats flew in frenzy around den 
                               on this all hallows eve
                               trickery was up sleeve
                               sent my 3 black cats in to defend

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 Duke Beaufort |
Categories: funny, marriage, men, psychological,

How to give a guy a premarital suitability exam

Before the "I do" she must choose
A man that does well in dance shoes
His psyche gives a clue
When employing step two
Ply him to the limit with booze

Poem Details | by Shane Cooper |
Categories: friendship,



Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: dance, feelings, happy, life,


Rock and roll that's my play
Who wants to stay and sway
Don't care if you're footloose
Any music we'll dance and choose
Smiles; grooving fun that we'll display

1:38 AM

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: dance,


Jan Can Can The dance show of sultry young Jan was given a national ban. It was found in her dance she wore no underpants performing high kicks with *can-can! Written Oct13, 2016 for Jan's contest! *Pronunciation is of course American style!

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: humor, spring, weather, winter,

Ground Hog Day

Ground Hog Day We know every year comes the day We see if our Winter will stay… The Ground Hog will show By shadow we’ll know If we can put snow gear away. If he sees his shadow at all Then Winter will stay here on call… No shadow means great! Spring’s right at the gate! Let’s dance and go have us a ball! However I heard from good source Phil Ground Hog will have no remorse… He will not come out You better not pout If Springtime goes far off its course! © Sandra MHaight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~NA~ Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 02/02/2015

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: halloween, humorous,

Monster Mash

When Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated

Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur

Incredible Hulk had more luck though
A jolly green lady crooned, “Tango!”
Her gigantic Dad 
Seemed perfectly glad
As he tossed green beans at the floor show

The evening sped by and all mated
No monster was sad or frustrated
The underworld king
Let his decree ring:
“May music play on unabated"

October 20, 2016

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: imagination, nature, seasons

Rock - Paper - Scissors


Paper Snowflake


Upon the rock of summer that teem
with scissors I forge a winter dream
with paper of white
and visions of flight
each snowflake dance with sunlight gleam


Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: animals, history

The Brontosaurus Bop

They thought in a dance they'd engage
As they lumbered about in a rage
These two with their scales
Thrashed about with their tails
Shook the ground in this pre-human age

They be-bopped with all of their might
These beasts that were really a sight
Not known for their grace
These giants saved face
By causing each other dire fright

So into the night they would dance
A sort of behemoth romance
They made history
An unsolved mystery
And quite a bizarre circumstance!

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

Yee Haw Let's Party

Hey all you nice people, got a fantastic idea Let's party, we could load up on beer and pizza Maybe dance in the moonlight While trying to remain upright In spite of downing six bottles of tequila © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: dream,

Counting Sheep

Got up at 3:00 AM, sure had enough sleep Coffee at 10:00, made me ready to dance and leap Thought I might as well rise Stead of giving it a try Got up to ten thousand, counting all those damn sheep!

Poem Details | by Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories: happy, places, song,

In Anaheim

We'll dance across the floor.
We'll dance across the sky.
I'll never wonder why? 
We dance across the sky.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
The sun will shine.
In Anaheim..

Then we'll take the car.
We'll drive across the town.
We'll drive our car.
Until the sun goes down.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
A real good time.
In Anaheim.

Now the stars are out.
We'll see the milky way.
The moon shines bright.
Every single day.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
What's on my mind.
Is a real good time.
In Anaheim..

Anaheim Song Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2014..All Rights Reserved.

Poem Details | by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: love

Love Around The Ocean

The sand is our playground to run..
The ocean brings waves to meet the sun.
The sky of stars gleam.
Now a stage of dreams.
For our love here has begun.

Your face outlined like a water painting.
My hands trace your heart, oh so granting.
Our eyes connect as one.
Bodies dance on sands undone.
We fall as we are swept away , never fainting.

"LoveLand Limerick" contest jp76969 photo

By Michael JFalotico

Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, dance, places,


no doudt get out
stop beening along
go to rome
fine where you belong
go  dance prance
go to the beach run
lay in the sun

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: funny,

Limerick - twirly girl

There once was a girl who got off the couch, she joined a dance class cause she was no slouch; But- when others went this way, her feet were just stuck in clay; Spinning and grinning- she hit a wall - ouch ! ________________________________ March 22, 2016 Poetry/Limerick/twirly girl Copyright Protected, ID 16-770-938-0 All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Lets Have Some Fun, sponsor, Casarah Nance Second Place

Poem Details | by robert johnson |
Categories: bangla,

Feral Carol

Feral Carol was a dance hall girl.
Up on a barrel, she'd swing and swirl.
She never disappointed.
Her pelvis was disjointed.
And they love it when her tassels twirl.

Poem Details | by Emma Buckeridge |
Categories: inspirational, lifewords, me, inspirational,

Lyrical Thoughts

I see life in a creative way
I let the ink and paper have their say
The lyrical words dance and glide
Forming round me, go with the ride
So join me as I sway.

I need to express through words I write
Life's an inspirational delight
Many sights to make me smile,
And make me frown, come stay a while.
See through my eyes so bright.

Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: dance, humor, humorous, sensual,


It’s Saturday Night Fever, “Staying Alive”
Do not dare do the jive near beehive
     His white trousers so tight
     Nothing can see the light
My natural drive giving a ‘high five’

Who remembers this movie and the dance moves? And that hair on Trevolta! Close to the beehive hairdos that the women sported a few decades

Inspired by Karen  Anglesey's "Jive in a Beehive"...

Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: body, dance, funny, girl,

Downtown - adult


Poem Details | by Mark Riedel |
Categories: funny, people, song-

Lady Godiva

there once was a Lady from France
who never would put on any pants

she would ride all around
the square of the town

and watch all the stupid men dance !!!

Poem Details | by Martin Kloess |
Categories: dance, funny, girlfriend, humor,

My Pole Dancer

This Pole Dancer she was with me
All other men must pay her fee
Still I must confess
My family’s stress
But Polish dance lessons aren’t free

Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: teen

My Dance Shoe

When I was, the age of twenty.
My dancing was admired plenty.
Only one dance shoe,
worked magic for you
Brown loafers with shiny penny

©  Feb 2011 for SKats "Favorite shoe"Contest

Poem Details | by Larry Belt |
Categories: funny

Disco Dad

I first learned to dance when I was four
But my kids won't let me do it no more
They say I look like a perv
The way I wiggle a swerve
They say I even embarrass the floor

Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: funnydance, dance, men,

Fire Ants

Some men dance hoping for a romance
Some men dance keeping fit of their pants
but the dance most obscene
is the dance made to glean
from your clothes a mad horde of fire ants

For John and Carolyn's Bug contest

Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny,

Spud's Night Out

A young potato put his jacket on,
Going out for some dance and song,
All the girls hearts skipped a beat
Upon seeing Spud and his dancing feet,
He got mashed when he danced too long   

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: daughter,

Short Dance

A pretty colleen from Kilrea,
Went dancing on StPatrick's Day.
Not asking permission
Was grievous omission.
Dad broke the dance up straight away.

Poem Details | by Jessica Arteaga |
Categories: funny, people

Kinky Monty

Now ladies and gents, let's bring no offense
to the lads that wear tightly clad drabs
They liked the film Kinky Boots
And have watched The Full Monty
So now they dance naked and/or dress drag!

Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: humorous,

Ben's In Love Again

    Bordeaux Ben looking for a friend
   Went to a singles dance once again,
  He met a girl with curly blonde locks,
  The way she moved rocked his socks,
   Looks like Ben may be in love again.

Poem Details | by steven hanlon |
Categories: humor,

the hot pink galah

there once was a man from afar
who stood and held forth at the bar
but the tort he invoked was no more than a joke
in defence of the hot pink galah

now the judge who was wearing a wig
when he heard this did dance him a jig
for a poor constitution conveyed no solution
in the case of the flight of the pig

so the case was referred to the crown
who replied with a quizzical frown
how dare this galah make a pig fly so far
i refer to the case of the clown

but the clown at the back of the court
said surely there's more of import
than pigs and galahs who can fly through the bars
when the judge is so easily bought

galah: 1-gregarious australian pink and grey parrot notable for its often comical behaviour

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: life, sadthanks, thanks,

Christmas, Eighty Two

It was Christmas way back in eighty two
Head in hands not knowing what to do
All I see is a door
Never been here before
Do I take the next step and walk through

As I sit here and trawl through my life
From five years old, full of strife
The light I see clear
Could my end be so near
Past images begin to run rife

Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder
Words of wisdom being told as we solder
Tell me James of your past
Sharing burdens, be them cast
You have many reasons to grow older

Just think of the birds in the trees
And the leaves that dance in the breeze
All the songs you enjoy
Now your a man from a boy
And grasp your tomorrows and seize

From that moment I have never looked back
I now absorb my past and it's flack
My thanks is to Frank
Whom that night stood by my flank
When he died, my thanks never lacked

Poem Details | by Quentin Ehlinger |
Categories: dedication,


There once was a girl named Carolyn
Who didn't look much like Marilyn
But she would dance away
In a classical ballet
So that plenty of hearts did she win

Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: dance, humor,

Limerick: Once our Senorita from Sevilla - 12

Limerick : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 12

Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Entered a dance contest in Bahia
Others danced the salsa
Rita dirty samba
Since Sevilla sells the new dance : Salsamba !* 

•	« Sal » in French means « dirty ».

© TWignesan – Paris, 2013

Poem Details | by Adell Foster |
Categories: art, daughter, education, family,

Ma Dropping It Like Its Hot (Limerick)

MsPotter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
MsPotter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot

How soon some forget that they were once young tooIf the power of dance is ones 
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise One 

Poem Details | by Agnimitra Mishra |
Categories: age, allegory, autumn, bereavement,

The cycle of life

The wind blew the leaves away, for it was the end of times
The leaves dried and had fallen, for it was on the cold ground
The thoughts of being tethered to the warm support
Of the love and embrace, it was wonderful times
The love had forsaken the once tender leaves
It was the autumn time, the days they are left to fall away
The dimming memory of leaves, to see the glory of sun 
To dance to the tunes of singing gale
Alas it was their end of times
The kid on the block walked over the pile of them all
Asked his father, why this happened at all
"the love of tree, shouldn't make it to keep them in its fold"
Father smiled, he replied this wasn't the end of this all
For the day will come when the sun will again be up, in its full glory
The cycle of life and death will again swing
And a day will come when you will again walk over the leaves, and maybe i wont be there

Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: funny

Scavenger Hunt

I got to tell you about this dig
It made me dance the jig
I did it by night
With no one in sight
Out of my nose it was bloody big

Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: funny,

GSA Roadshow

Glad those GSA jerks had a grand time

   Trouble was it was on my hard-earned dime

      I hope they all go to jail

         Sans the benefit of bail

            Their atrocious song and dance was a crime

Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

Same Jovial Dude

Though I'm in a funk, no need help to get out To once more wake up and dance and shout Just like the old days Big smiles on display I'm the same jovial dude, of this there's no doubt

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

One O'Clock Jump

Three, two, one, it's the one o'clock jump A brand new dance for you clumsy lumps Get up there and shake Twist around like a snake To show us you can still wiggle your rump © Jack Ellison 2015