One thing is for sure when tales are told
The "good old days" are sure to unfold
What made them grand
Was that we weren't good and we weren't old!
On her nightdress candlelight flickers
While underneath she wears blue knickers
Grandpa recalls Kentucky
The last time he got lucky
Grandma just rolls her eyes and snickers
May 19, 2019
for Tania Kitchin's Bawdy Limericks Contest
There was a time when I stood tall
Especially in college, playing NCAA Volleyball.
Oh, the trips we went on to the various meets
Winning and losing in those much vaunted heats.
We weren't great then, now I can't jump at all.
Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone
This is written with tons of tongue in cheek
But I loved watching Mickey Mouse each week
He was my favorite star
Outshone Donny Duck by far
A talking mouse ne'er to utter a squeak
Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Grandpa was a jolly old winker.
And I was a nine year old stinker.
He was a fish getter
But I did him one better...
I caught Grandpa..hook, line, and sinker!
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong
I stood up to put my mask on
Grabbed the bowl of mixed candy
Took one more sip of Brandy
The smallest one was dressed as Tron
I’m hunting wabbits , are you going too.
Da duh da duh da downtown is a clue.
Watch out for that, doc.
I’ll think I will walk.
Ti, ti, ti, turn quick, wha, wha, what I do
Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire
Contest Name Techno-Limericks
I still have dreams of my favorite car
It took me to places not really far
On some days it would not start
One day it just fell apart
So few moments we were on par
Vinyl records are still around
They carry some amazing sound
If you are able,
get yourself a turntable
The music you hear will astound.
Statistical Sunday that starts fights
Along with bringing many delights
One simple cowhide ball
So called centralized thrall
Bringing outward competitive rights
Sponsor Royal Trevino
Contest Name SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! **LIMERICK** or **HAIKU**
Those days when the hours fluttered by
Like the wings of a bright butterfly.
Suntanned skin and bare feet--
And the breeze was as sweet
As the fragrance of blueberry pie.
When you started drivin'
You'd want to go dive in
To the passion pits
And watch all the hits
At the good ol' Do-Drive-In
Remember those first imports from Japan?
It seems they were all built for a small man.
Well, the times have changed.
Things are rearranged.
Japan’s building them as big as they can.
April sixteenth is known as “The Record Store Day”,
The old “seven inch” vinyl type of music way!
Drop by those old Record shops and take a quick look!
Memories of old stomping grounds of a cool nook,
Join the groovy “nostalgia seventies” sway!
Swing and sway with Sammy Kaye
In the mood the Glen Miller way
Names from the past
When life was a blast
Slow down and enjoy each and every day
Our newest favourite restaurant is called Wimpy's
A character needing hamburgers to fill his rotund belly
From the Popeye cartoon
A loveable buffoon
His big belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly
Does anyone remember Abbott and Costello
Goofy as they were, my memories are mellow
Their antics were silly
A bit willy nilly
Bud and Lou were hilarious fellows
Your smile firm raises walls on my peace.
Times we gave up return without cease,
Nights we chose to forget
Are gasping for a breath
Neath pilows wet from sweat, tears and a kiss.
Baseball's always had me by the proverbial short curlies
Since a very young duffer, even more than young girlies
Even now that I'm old
Though my body's not cold
The Bambino's number three, I still wear his jersey
As strong as I'am after all I've been in tune.
Couldn't believe that I lives haven one's unbeing.
Even when am afar to tire to fall asleep
If then wasn't a time and once I were to reflect.
Since awful truths is all that is coming into being appetative.
I once had a lime-green auto
The color - I must have been bloto
A pinto by name
Explosive by fame
Would I buy one again - No - Noto
back then, younger summer evenings,
we ate crabs, oysters, shrimp fillings
chased and downed, my dear,
with Mexican beer,
shortcomings, but no misgivings !
I was putting my things in my cubby.
Second grade, young, and not yet chubby.
Somehow I stood there
In my nighty-night wear,
I cried while asleep, “Dear God, help me!”
© July 21, 2010
Friends, dear friends, thanks for your effervescence
Miss the camaraderie at Antrim Glen, always present
When we moved away, it left a big void
Our time there was totally filled with joy
Still miss it so much, the longing hasn't lessened