Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has dined!
Also clever at limericks is Tim.
He does footles for friends on a whim.
The bright bulb in his brain
comes on time and again.
May Tim Ryerson’s light never dim.
A third limerick writer, Mike Dailey,
has some fifty of them we can see!
Though I don’t know him well,
by his poems I can tell
that a doting grandfather is he.
There are oodles of limericks by Jack.
Sheer wit our dear Horne does not lack.
But his vampire obsession
can leave a gal guessin’
Am I friends with a maniac?
In praise of the Duke I now sing.
All his poetry has that cool “ring” -
a limerick each one -
making Beauford- bar none -
The PoetrySoup limerick king!
*A SHOUT OUT also to five OTHER great limerick guys: Sean Kelly,
Charles Sides, Charles Clive, Harry Horsman, and Robert Hinshaw & Soupers,
Let me know of any other limerick guys out there I should know about!
For : Sandy Ivy D's Poem of Dedication Contest
Whimsy was a humorous hen
She had neither paper nor pen
She flew to the moon
And fell on a toon
Rushed to hospital in a van
Whimsy was a humorous hen/Limerick Copyright (C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
A patient came out of the patient's room
Into the doctor's office lobby zoom
A brown paper bag
Held in his hand sag
Declared, "I'll share my lunch" with loud boom
My husband with humorous thought said
They go good with salad and no bread
The patient then spoke
Croutons atop bloke
Laughter and twinkle between unsaid
At least he had a sense of humor..
When they weighted me I came
back out and told my husband
I just found out that I am way too
Old Gabby got caught skinny-dippin'.
His wife said he needed a whippin'.
They shared some strong whisky,
got naked and frisky.
Then into the pond both went slippin'.
The limerick has five lines, commonly written in anapestic meterThe rhyme scheme is AABBA: Lines 1, 2, and 5 have 7-10 syllables eachLines 3 and 4 have 5-7 syllables eachLines 1, 2, and 5 should be longer than lines 3 and 4, though the definition seems to allow five seven-syllable linesLimericks are usually humorous and often off-color.
I enjoy writing limericks because (1) I love humorous, concise, rhymed, metered poetry, and (2) the limerick form is challenging, requiring me to think strategically, choose my words carefully, play with words, and be exact.
December 8, 2015
for the contest, Poetry Writing #1, Sponsor Broken Wings
There was a girl named Caledonia
Who would often state, I will phone ya
She met a man called Fred
Who did ring her instead
And she simply said, guess I owe ya
Author's Comments :
Fred knew his line was not dead so he called around to see what Miss Caledonia was
A limerick is a five-line, often humorous and ribald poem with a strict meterLines 1,
2, and 5 of have seven to ten syllables (three metrical feet) and rhyme with one another
Lines 3 and 4 have five to seven (two metrical feet) syllables and also rhyme with each
otherThe rhyme scheme is usually "A-A-B-B-A"
Copyright 2007 © Adell1
Received Bill's Blessing
There is this thing I must be confessing;
Seems to be all about Hillary's dressing;
Every time her head will hit the ceiling
When I say her clothes are not appealing
Can you believe they received Bill's blessing.
Jim Humorous Horn
Some say “broken picture” instead of “broken record”
Let's get our idioms straight to avoid the literary hoards
Kinda humorous though
Turned my crank, don't ya know
Holy doo doo, this old duffer is really bored!
We men are all chauvinist pigs tra-la-la,
And love to take girls to our digs tra-la-la
Though girl snorts when she laughs,
We don't care about gaffes,
When our hearts find they're all dancing jigs tra-la-la!
I'm a kid who grew up on the farm tra-la-la
And I don't mean to woo or alarm tra-la-la,
But I'm telling y'all,
Don't make fun of the drawl,
Or you're likely to feel more than charm tra-la-la.
There are Sundays you'll find me in church tra-la-la,
But on weekdays I try to climb birch tra-la-la
I don't care what you say,
I know Frost went this way,
And my muse loves the view from his perch tra-la-la.
I heard "anyone lived in a pretty how town," (1)
But Salvation escaped him, eloped with a clown,
Death is ever the wage paid for sins,
But a child at Christ's feet mostly grins,
Questions asked with no frown; angels bless child's renown!
Limerick #3 is a take off on Robert Frost's famous poem "Birches."
(1) Limerick #4 is meant to be a humorous commentary on a famous e e cummings poem.