Limerick Poems About Perch | Perch Limerick Poems

Plight of the Pickrel

There was a fat pickrel from Perth.
Saddled with little self worth.
He befriended a perch.
Who lived bye a birch.
Then ate him ,increasing his girth.

Musings of a Wise Old Owl

Mused the owl roosting on a pine tree shoot,



   "My colleagues think I'm not very astute,



       But I wisely perch in pines,



          Not on hot transmission lines!



             If they singe their butts I don't give a hoot!"

Spirale Did Go Virile

Down Spiral Did Go Virile 

Not only did we see a downward spiral,
Verbally reported that it has gone viral;
Started to search,
For place to perch,
And come up with chances for survival.

Jim Horn