Limerick Poems About Moth | Moth Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by PAT Adams |
Categories: character, crazy, depression, humor,

The Suicidal Moth

Once there was a moth that flew up to Doctor John
He said I'm depressed, I'm a suicidal one"
 Doc John said, "I'm no shrink," 
"Why stop here do you think?"
He said, "Well, I had to, because the light was on!"

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Poem Details | by shane solomon |
Categories: funny

Riddle me this Riddle me that the Amazing Riddles of Fraidy Bat

The " Fraidy" bat flew high away
The "Fraidy"bat said he hated night more than day
I asked him why things were so,
He told me of the time he was molested by a moth named "Bo"
My ears were so violated by what I heard, I didn't know what to say


Poem Details | by Frances Schiavina |
Categories: humorous,

There Was A Man

There was a man from Nantucket
who kept all his money in his pocket
when he got cleaned out
took his gun out
and shot the moth in his pocket.


Poem Details | by david mohn |
Categories: conflict,

Insurrection

There once was a king who told lies, 
like a moth chasing gaslight they rise, 
ever drawn to the flame, 
unaffected by shame, 
true democracy labors and sighs.



Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humor,

An Ancient Moth



Psychiatrists searched for years and still at a loss Looking into this guy's brain, nothing but moss Sometimes detect A strange wee spec Turns out 'twas just dust or an ancient wee moth


Poem Details | by Lisle Ryder |
Categories: bible, gospel, heaven, jesus, religious,

Store it in heaven

“Store not up for yourselves treasures on earth
where thieves can break in and steal your purse,
     where rust degrades
     and moth invades.
Store it in heaven, where your heart finds its worth.”

Matthew 6.19-21


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

Cloth Eaten By Moth

Cloth Eaten By Moth

He had been known as a man of the cloth,
And was wet from liquid contained in broth;
After filled,
He had spilled;
Hole was eagerly eaten in cloth by a moth.

Jim Horn