Limerick Poems About Metaphor | Metaphor Limerick Poems

Looks Can Be Deceiving

There was a young gal whose silk skin
Was sewn up with some thread and a pin.
     It would drive the men mad,
     That sleek layer she had,
Well, until she unraveled her skin.

By Anne Currin

MY PLUMBER

My plumber is here to sort my pipes.
Says he has divorced his wife.
He just showed me his hose.
Then proceeded to propose.
I admit I got the fright of my life.

Barefoot on the snow

The sun told me it will rise again;
And send its warmth to the glen,
But it can't soften the coldness in your soul!
So I will walk barefoot on the snow buried in your whole:
Leaving my traces on your heart's lane.

"A Shepherd's Metaphor"

In economy led of beastly mind,

Upon a political serpentine.

All strives of wickedness kicks,

Against the fleece of Love’s Pricks(goads).

As true sheep trod, before their God’s, INClINE(will).

For Contest: Follower or Leader
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire 
Placed #3

Pondering

The stage is warm and yet colder
The past round my neck as a boulder
I sit and I think
Do I need a drink?
Would I have done well to have told her

Comic Vs Critic

I once was told, 
Laughter is subjectable.

Does this mean knowledge, 
Is subjectable to the one who learns it?

Feel free to laugh.

A Perfect Metaphor

A perfect metaphor for everyone's life is like
Standing up in a hammock or standing up on a bike
Now that's totally silly
And quite unhealthily
Could fall down, break your crown, should stick to a trike

Two Preying Birds

I'm like a SEAL team commando
After several cups of espresso
I like to dive bomb
With great aplomb
A gyrfalcon? I think so

To poach me is illegal
My name evokes the regal
I reach astonishing speed
When I'm ready to feed
You can call me a golden eagle

Limerick 1

Poor Tom did not know how to ride, 
Encouraged, the first time he tried, 
But the horse was mad, 
It galloped being glad, 
Down the brook letting Tom to glide.

Lies, I Tell You

The myth of extreme self righteousness
Forever hard to find 
Words poisonous like venom
Backstabbing for per diem
Corruption among this game we call chess

Bright Words

I think I'll write a silly dribble
Which you can read and maybe quibble
Pens of color write
Words on paper bright
Could be considered brilliant scribble

Caught in the Act

Got my hand caught in the cookie jar,
mother’s ears didn’t wander too far
Here comes the wooden stare.
then hot bottom fanned air
Double trouble, here comes father’s car

Okay here's a quiz, “what rhymes with bugaboos”
Well, time's up..no, it isn't a town in Timbuktu
To the back of the class
Bong, your time has passed
When you sneeze and put stuff all over your shoe

    To solve the evil of pollution
     just eating less is a solution
     stone poop of indian 
     is real  serious question
     not doing every day is action



   Read in daily newspapers

master of gibberish lines of metaphor
acclaim and awards from the poetry corp
coffee house pied piper
study and decipher
dazzle with brilliance or baffle galore

I think tonight I'd like to write a 'sonnetina'
It seems to me that it would be a wiener
   No rules, no rhyme
      No simile
   Nor metaphor
      Nor imagery
Just sling the words, like week-old hash for dinner

My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect!  	
As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect;	
When I am mature,	
I make myself sure	
To infect a human when the insect does inject	

Feeling mellow today, why, I can't imagine
Just one of those days that can now and then happen
My bills are all paid
My life I wouldn't trade
Here's a metaphor, my life's like silk and satin