Limerick Poems About Shooting | Shooting Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: children, funny,

Battle Of Little Bighorn

General Custer couldn't muster
Enough men to form a cluster,
Indians shooting straight and true,
I think it might've been the Sioux,      ---- pronounced Soo
Had Custer in a fluster.

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Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: imagination,

Arise

Spishu, spishu shooting star flies
Noisily streaks across night skies
Lights life for split second
Then wonder if beckons
Which one is being called arise  

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Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny, husband, imagination, life, nature

The Shooting Star

Spishu,spishu the shooting star
Noisily flies across night bar
Lights life for split second
Then wonder if beckon
Which one is being called afar


Poem Details | by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories: dog, space,

PLUTO - MAN'S BEST FRIEND BY FAR

Fetch me a shooting star
Every 248th year!
On your boomerang orbit 
Pay us a visit...now sit!
You're man’s best friend by far



Poem Details | by shane solomon |
Categories: funny

Love is a another name for debt

Where is fat baby cupid?
I hope he knows I think Valentines day is stupid
Buying expensive gifts at Walmart
Overweight babies shooting love darts
Honestly the whole holiday is simply putrid


Poem Details | by DrJim Martin |
Categories: life,

Where You Are

I wished upon a shooting star
To be away – somewhere far.
And then the thought occurred to me,
Somewhere far, you cannot be.
Be content wherever you are!


Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: adventure

The Gazelle that got away

There once was a hunter called Ray,
Who went big game shooting one day.
As he stalked a gazelle,
A lion caught his smell,
And the predator became prey.


Poem Details | by John Michaels |
Categories: funny, humor, rude,

Family Jewels

Mark's bro' owned a pair of sports cars
Believed fine to ping the girls' bras
     Unwise lad broke the rules
     Swift kick to the jewels
Now can't see much but shooting stars

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15 November 2018


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

A Supple Couple

A Supple Couple

They were scrumptious and also supple
Best pair even seen and a cute couple
Perfect for sure;
If I took a tour,
Could cause me to get into much trouble.

Shooting for 4,000 by my 76th birthday
on June 26th.

Jim Horn


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: school,

School

A truant who always skipped school
Was found in an hall shooting pool
But she took her cue
From people like you
Who think it is smart to be cool


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: beauty, drink, funny, heaven, night, star, wife,

Starlight

What a glorious sight those shooting stars
Taking their potshots at the Planet Mars
Perhaps I am wrong
It could be a bong
From the wife when I get home from the bars


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: school,

Old-fashioned School Shooting

A streaker with great bouncing balls
Ran up and down our High School halls
Our cheerleaders said
Their faces were red
But they act on all sporting calls


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

Poetry Soup Fan Club Horn Limerick

Poetry  Soup Fan Club Horn Limerick

For poems have tried to find a central hub,
So finally joined the Poetry Soup Fan Club;
Poems did not annoy;
Were loved like a toy,
That had been floating in my bath tub.

Jim Horn

Shooting for a goal of 4,000 poems.



Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: lust, wine, woman,

Star Struck

I was strumming my old guitar
When I wished on a shooting star
A glass of wine
With Seven of Nine
In her own Milky Way boudoir


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humor,

Uncle Reggie



Looked up to the heavens, saw a huge green flash It was Uncle Reggie with flames shooting out of his ass Soaring through the stratosphere Till he almost disappeared Zoomed down and up Donald's ass causing gas


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

Many Ways To Live

Many Ways To Live

Have been many ways for us to live;
My whole life to God willing to give;
To be seen remains.
When  person complains;
Advises if apprehensive and sensitive.

Going on walk.

Jim Horn

Still shooting for 5,000 poems and number 3.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: hilarious,

Dad's Catapult



Wow, honey, never thought our son would go that far That catapult's amazing, go get him, hope it doesn't leave a scar Told you once Told you twonce He's very fragile especially when launched like a shooting star


Poem Details | by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: friendship,

A riotous limerick

never hug a thug while he's looting
never hug a thug while he's shooting
or you'll have glass in your head
and a face full of hot lead
only hug a thug when he's counting his booty


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

Remorse Completed Course

Remorse Completed Course

What we always remembered about remorse,
Is when it ran and had completed its course;
Over and done,
Under the sun;
Forgot from where and what was the source.

Jim Horn

Shooting for 5,000 poems.


Poem Details | by Daisy Ward |
Categories: fun, funny,

THE SIN

The young man though it was a sin
When shooting crap across the bend
So, he swallowed the dice
Paid a healthy price
Stomach dice was his only friend


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: pride,

Up Donald's Ass



Looked up to the heavens, saw a huge green flash It was Uncle Reggie with flames shooting out his ass Soaring through the stratosphere Till he almost disappeared Zoomed down and up Donald's ass causing gas


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

Trump Atrocious and Never Agile

Trump Atrocious and Never Agile

Trump Is Atrocious and Never Agile;
Born basket case with brain fragile;
Even got caught,
Being strange lot;
Often at times would try to strangle.

Jim Horn

Shooting for 6,000 poems.


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

A Trump Triglyceride

A Trump Triglyceride

What we call it is Trumpglyceride, 
And did never want to be denied;
Hard pressed;
Poorly dressed,
So over and over he lied and lied.

Jim Horn

My goal I am shooting for is 6666
total for obvious reasons.


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: humor,

Fellow Show

A lass with a penchant to please
Spends much of the time on her knees
But, son of a gun,
She finds it grand fun
To see a lad shooting the breeze


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

Shooting for Six Thousand Poems

Shooting for Six Thousand Poems

All of my poems come from God's mix;
Of all the thousands am shooting for six;
Do concur;
Will prefer;
Designed for us all including old hicks.

Jim Horn