Limerick Poems About Shooting | Shooting Limerick Poems
Written 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.


Written 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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Written 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


Written 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


Written 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



Written 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


Written 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!


Written 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.


Written 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


Written 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


Written 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.


Written 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


Written 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


Written 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


Written 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


Written 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


Written 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.


Written 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


Written 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


Written 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


Written by Rico Leffanta
Categories: chicago,

Blood Bath

Chicago Bears are Raven mad
But Lions roar that's just too bad
With Rittenhouse free
To shoot you and me
Belfry Bats are cheering for Vlad*


* Vlad the Impaler aka Count Dracula
Kenosha is only 65-miles from Chicago,
the NRA's Shooting Gallery 


Written 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.


Written 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


Written 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.


Written 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