Limerick Poems About Funerals | Funeral Limerick Poems
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 Thvia Shetley |
Categories: funeral, funny, sports,

A golf limerick

While a man was golfing in Fife
a funeral cortege was arife,

       his head bowed in prayer
       at this somber affair

to pay last respects to his wife!

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: animals, father, funnyold, old,

Rat With Chunk Cheese Shoes

There once was an old man from Thomaston
Who said old rats like cheese like young rats, son
~~My favorite shoes sport rat~~
~~Who eats chunk cheese where he sat~~
Constant reminder of old man with pun

(About a year before my father died at age 96,
we went to a funeral and a lady of about 38 to 43 
years old escourted him from the family car to the 
cemetery..The farther they walked the more he
leaned into her..My husband said something to him
about it..He said old rats like cheese just like young
rats..I found a pair of pj with shoes with the rat and
cheese..Always a reminder of my father..)

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: funny

Fishing with Respect

Two friends near a bridge start to fish
Catching whoppers is so their wish
For a meal is to be sought
So no fish need to be bought
Like a hunter hunts for his dish

Just as they are about to cast
A funeral procession drives past
A fisher takes of his cap
This most respectful of chap
The thoughts of man in contrast

After the pause reverberates cheers
A beauty caught, bring out the beers
Hey Dave, what I've just seen
Shows fishers are never mean
Well we were married for nearly 20 years

* From a joke to a Limerick *

Poem Details | by peter timmins |
Categories: death, food, funny, peoplefood,

Lady de leisure

There once lived a woman called Lady-de Leisure, who turned not to men, but food for 
She ate everything spicy and sticky and sweet, the poor lady could not even see her poor 
feetFrom dusk until dawn, all she would do was eat, drink, break wind, burp belch and poo.
But one day whilst eating her thirty fifth pie, the lady burped loudly, keeled over and died.
The funeral had to be held outside, but people they came to say goodbye.
The coffin itself, you’ve never seen biggerThe bearers were three forklift trucks and a 
The hole in the ground was fourteen feet wide, and  even then the coffin scraped at the sides.
So if you are thinking about being a lady of leisure, look elsewhere than food solely for 

Poem Details | by Charles Sides |
Categories: funny,

Egotistical Twit

I had a boss who thought he was it He was an Egotistical Twit When he passed away On funeral day Only two people showed and that’s it

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: clothes, friend, humorous,


Reg just loved to wear a string vest It would cover his dark hairy chest Vests would hang on the line When the weather was fine String vests were the ones Reg loved best At the airport Reg was booked on a flight The metal scanner showed something not right Security were impressed His wallet’s pinned to his vest - They let him through much to Reg’s delight! This is a true story which was told by our friend Reg’s daughter after his funeral and I was challenged to write a poem about this 08-21-17

Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: lost love,

Glassy-Eyed Refraction

Glassy-Eyed Refraction

There was a sweet girl of pure glass.
Met a merry man with no class.
She’d shattered this bloke.
He drank til she broke.
Both attended funeral mass.


Poem Details | by Joseph Soper |
Categories: giggle, humor,

Turning the Table

To weddings Ann went alone perplexed
Her love life her aunties favorite subject
So she turned a bit juvenile
At a great uncles funeral 
And exclaimed to the Aunties “you’re next” !

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

On A Funeral Bier

On A Funeral Bier

Death my body did devour
As it occurred hour by hour,
End eventually would reach
When to God I now beseech
While lying on a funeral bier.

You should google funeral 
bier sometime.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: food, health, silly,

'Protest Arches'

Don't know who designed the Golden Arches
With way too many sugars and starches:
  Some say the fare's quite good,
  Others think it's junk food--
Yet no protest or funeral marches!

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

McCain and Fine Funeral

McCain and Fine Funeral

McCain's funeral service in over and done,
After great address by daughere the one,
With much emotion;
Love and devotion;
Duty and responsibility  had fallen upon.

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by Mark Elam |
Categories: faith,


There a premodern smile does emerge
From a hymn and a funeral dirge
For it e’er hails the skies
With its wise stony eyes 
Knowing heaven and earth soon must merge

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: christian,

Hell Fires

Notre Dame erupted in fire
Ghosts gasped in the funeral pyre
For the Devil's horns
Are the Crown of Thorns
Held fast by an angelic choir