Limerick Poems About Teachers | Teacher Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: children, poetry,

Juvenilia - My First Limerick

Some children sat down on the floor.
They sat till their bottoms were sore.
“We could each take a chair,”
said one boy sitting there.
“So then what are we waiting for?”

For the Juvenilia Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer

Note: Around age 10 or 11, I had a teacher who taught us about limericks
I really loved it and had never written anything creative to my knowledge before that dayI have been searching my house to see if I kept my very first poem in any of my scrapbooks, but I must not haveI have had this little poem in my memory ever since that time, but am not exactly sure how I did my line 2, so I've created a new line two, though I don't think I was talking about "bottoms" in the fifth grade yet!

Poem Details | by PAT Adams |
Categories: funny, word play,


The teacher said, "Listen to this,"
"Said backward, your name has a twist!"
One kid caught her eye
She said, "Simon you try!"
In a moment he said, "No mis!"

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: humorous, soccer, sports,

Coach, Coached

Working in physical education Blond teacher had a realisation Spotting a young boy alone Standing all on his own Her curiosity, frustration Young man, why are you all on your own To the others, why are you disowned Well, I'm not the teams sweeper I'm their bloody goalkeeper Please Miss Coach, it's time you went home <*>

Poem Details | by Richard Breese |
Categories: abuse, bullying, funny, giggle,

Replacement Teacher

There once was a teacher from Crete
Whose foot size was very petite,
Well her students did plot
And to high school they brought,
Some shoes for oversize feet.

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: food, humor,

Pie Chart Chaos

When Jill was asked to create a “Pie Chart”
She believed her teacher meant a la carte
     Using a Lego set
     Jill felt her goal was met
When she finished, there was not one spare part

Her project resembled a Ferris Wheel
Huge peach pie in the center of the reel
     And her passenger carts
     Were scrumptious cherry tarts
But Jill’s effort had an Achilles’ heel

She took care bringing the pie wheel to class
Some oohs and ahs her project did amass
     But the wheel in motion
     Caused quite a commotion
Pies flew to faces with a forward pass

Kids didn’t mind as they ate the remains
But most of Jill’s friends had custard for brains
     A class pie fight ensued
     And Miss Bigbutt so shrewd
Gobbled crumbs citing eminent domain

*October 11, 2014

Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: desire, funny, humorous,

What's in a Word

 My English teacher did my eye disturb,
 her grammar sublime and her arse superb!
   She asked me just by chance
  "hey, would you like to dance?"
 No Miss, I quickly replied...wrong verb!

                  August 2014

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: health,

No Reps

There was a bad gym teacher of Gott
Whose belly was becoming a pot.
He avoided exercising
Which wasn't surprising
Because he didn't give a squat.

Poem Details | by Susan Palli |
Categories: education, humorous,

School Days

There was a young teacher named Spade,
who taught like a preacher dismayed.
The pupil's delight
to put up a fight
did cause him to screech till he swayed.

Now one of the students named Chad,
then gathered what courage he had
to give Spade advice
and make him think twice
about his harsh method so bad.

They all were surprised the next day,
when Spade then allowed them to play.
He'd taken great heed,
was friendly indeed,
and all are still happy today.

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


Please be quiet! Our class teacher said Pupils giggled, my face flushed bright red I was so broken hearted I’d just let rip and farted That I ran out the classroom and fled The teacher followed me down the hall Said please don’t be embarrassed at all … At home that happens to me I blame my pet dog you see Great idea miss… I’ll give dad a call I rang him saying dad can we talk Told him my story – he soon did baulk Think of the costly vets fees It’ll be covered with fleas His solution …I’ll buy you a cork! Time to B Contest – Sponsor Casarah Nance ~07~24~15

Poem Details | by Jason Talbott |
Categories: funny, school, class, class,

Math Quiz

In arithmetic, he wasn't strong.
This math quiz was taking so long.
It was hard to divide.
Still, he tried till he cried,
but the answers kept coming out wrong.

He would solve and immediately doubt
if he'd taken the most proper route.
He'd retry, but alas,
by the end of the class,
his eraser was simply worn out.

The bell rangThe quiz was now due,
but his sheet was a sad sight to view.
There was nothing but air
in assorted spots where
the eraser wore all the way through

The tests were collected and sent
to the teacher for gradingShe went
through each page in the stack
and then handed them back.
He saw his grade: ninety percent!

He pondered his luck with a frown...
To the head of the class from class clown?
Was he smart? Well not quite,
every one he got right
had shown through from the next paper down!

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: humor,


 A school teacher named Miss Shaw
Though well-endowed wore no bra.
Things slipped and jiggled
Bounced and wiggled 
Pupils are still awed by what they saw.

Poem Details | by mostafa zaki |
Categories: for children,

Why school is not cool

At 6 AM the alarm clock screams interrupted from beautiful dreams A frowning teacher screaming in your face shouts with anger and says "you're a disgrace" no free time at home , there is homework to do teachers inventing new ways to torture you at the end of the day ,if you learned nothing you're a fool this is why a school is not cool
BY: Mostafa Zaki 8 line challenge poem 10/10/2011

Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

Final Instalment ,a hypothesis

Once there was a teacher by name Jenish Anthony "the Holy"
represented success by the simple equation  “E=C2” coolly
“E” success in any endeavor of value
“C” uncompromising pursuit of a value 
Bloody this hypothesis of Jenish"the great teacher" is no folly!

Poem Details | by Rhea Daniel Dear |
Categories: school,

My, My, What the Sickens

The story of school starting is here
It began with a bell and a cheer
Bob brought a talking chicken
My, my, what the sickens
Harridan Teacher silenced them with fear

Poem Details | by Martin Kloess |
Categories: funny, games, humor, sexy,

Class Is In Session

A game that my wife and I played
To teacher I would be an aide 
My best I applied
To pass test I tried
And at breakfast I’d wait for grade

Poem Details | by JACQUELYN STURGE |
Categories: funny,


There once was a teacher from Trenton
who tried, but he couldn't keep his belt on,
His pants they would fall
on his knees he would crawl,
And the children, they all paid attention.

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

It's all how you look at it

While out on the playground sitting on grass
Teacher asked  question of her third grade class
What will you all do
When you finish school?
Little Johnny replied quick as a flash

A tree is what I want to be when I am all grown up
“You cant be a tree” said the teacher stuttering tuts
“Why Not”? he exclaimed
To the teachers disdain 
 “We both have limbs, trunks and nuts”

Poem Details | by James Andersen |
Categories: fun,

Jenny walker's Teacher

The teacher was really fine they said
When Jenny Walker took him to bed 
She gave him a knock
And a pretty big shock
But no more History entered her head.

Not an Autobiography

Poem Details | by Ray Gridley |
Categories: humor, music,

Clarinet Lessons

To a teacher of music I go
To learn clarinet for a show
Despite some regressions
And twenty five lessons
I don't know which end I should blow.

Poem Details | by Jim Kilduff |
Categories: humorous,


Like a blazing fire yawning spreads,
Pulling at your face tearing it to shreds.
Oh so vigorous it makes you shiver 
A mouth so wide like that of a river.
Eyes moist and blurry they weep
Telling you must go to sleep
But instead you go about your day 
Cussing at Monday the long workday
Tiredness and boredom the factors at play
That teacher is yapping same crap everyday.
A yawn tells everything it's written on your face
The rat race life's eternal the mortal chase.
Feel free to yawn don't feel out of place.

Poem Details | by PAT Adams |
Categories: humorous, word play,

The Best Letter

The new teacher said, "Class listen to me,"
"What do you think the best letter must be?"
One said with force,
"The G of course!" 
She asked, "Angus, why do you think it's the G?"