When I was a teen, I would munch
My way through the whole Sunday brunch.
I'd destroy that buffet,
Then as we walked away,
I'd ask my poor mother, "When's lunch?"
A skateboard he tried to ride.
He didn’t there long abide.
It went airborne,
It did not forewarn,
He landed on his under side!
It's the year two thousand and sixteen
Many years since I was a rambunctious teen
With slicked down hair
It was devil may care
Surrounded by young fillies so peachy keen
"At a Place Called MrQuick's"
Serving burgers called “Quickies” I spent
time at work as a teen, and no gent
would I too often see!
Many blockheads asked me
for a quickie (a burger not meant)!
For P.D's BLOCK~ BLOCK~ BLOCK Poetry Contest
Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays
There once was a boy, named Abdul;
Went to get a job, fresh out of school
All dressed up like July,
With a bow and a tie;
But left his fly open, what a fool!
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
There once was a girl in my class.
One day I tried to make a pass.
My cheek still sting,
My ears still ring,
Yet married to me; Alas!
Often been referred to as kookie and silly
It's the way to the hearts of pretty young fillies
Knew this as a teen
In my light blue jeans
Which exhibited a bulge of my most anxious willy
© Jack Ellison 2015
When I was, the age of twenty.
My dancing was admired plenty.
Only one dance shoe,
worked magic for you
Brown loafers with shiny penny
© Feb 2011 for SKats "Favorite shoe"Contest
Limerick : Once a pregnant Teen saw a Barrister
Once a pregnant Teen saw a Barrister
Thought she recognised the future Father
So she set him a trap
He rushed into her lap
Now she’s stuck with Twins, says Solicitor.
© TWignesan – Paris, 2013
There once was a driver named Dave,
Of his driving he often would rave.
Then one day on his own, drove and talked on his phone,
Now he's bragging about his new grave.
i study a pretty at a face
soon there will be no trace
a color here
what a what a disastrous ace
There once was a granny called Vi,
With dentures, peg leg and glass eye.
Many photos I’d seen,
And expected a teen -
Who says that the camera can’t lie?
There was a teen ghoul named McDimple
Who thought scaring kids would be simple
He'd moan and he'd groan
Just like he was shown
But the children just stared at his pimple.
Our fine city built a brand new fountain
Stimulus provided so could obtain
Young person came up with a plot
A place for good suddings lot
Fear _cop in suba gear on bottom lain
A young lady still in her teens
Purchased a new pair of jeans
The jeans were too tight
And try as she might
She couldn’t help busting the seams
The story just might have been porn
That Little Boy Blue in the corn
For he’d gone and hid
For something he did
Trying to blow his own horn
I once had a good friend named Kevin
Whose favorite number was seven.
You could count on him
In a numerical whim,
To increase it to an eleven.
Superman was feeling mighty uptight
So he went out for a long midnight flight
Spotted two teens making love
Shut his eyes tight as a glove
But his blue leotard turned hard, alright
A middle-aged woman named Jill
Believed she was over the hill
Then pizza-boy Fred
Delivered in bed
And now she's gone back on the pill
Teenage lads soon knocked on her door
With iPhones recording the score
The smiles on our street
Are a treat to greet
For Jill's not alone anymore!
A silly old duffer I have always been
Just an older version of a silly youman bean
Never miss my cereal
Watched nature material
Nature's intrigued me since being an oversexed teen
“Hell's Bells” what in hell does that mean
An expression I've heard since I was a teen
Do they have bells down there
When you get seated in a chair
Preparing you for a barbecue, what a hellish scene
Hither and thither and yon
Is a place where all cads belong
An internet tweet
Records their deceit
To haunt them their whole life long
A teen with his sleigh on the white terrain.
The sleigh up the hill and then down again.
The sleigh clips a stump.
The sleigh slays the bump.
The smile of his dreams says “your sleigh’s insane”
Same word Winter Limerick
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