In spring time fresh flowers are rising
New lambs in the fields – not surprising
In every hedgerow and tree
Lush beauty will surround me
It’s heaven; there is no disguising
Contest: Spring Forward -Debbie Guzzi
Syllables checked 9 9 7 7 9
Think it's about time to call it a day
Brain doesn't function in the same old way
Effect of my seizures
Good wishes my readers
It's been a magical ten years, so farewell I say
Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited
Limericks are so hard to write.
Sometimes, keep me up half the night
Spending way too much time
Just trying to rhyme
A word that’s just out of sight.
Written By John Posey
Now that spring has arrived on the scene
to get out in the garden I'm keen
can't let one more day pass
without cutting the grass
since the light through my window is green!
The world as we know it will end!
This warning the Mayans did send
But yes there's still time
After reading this rhyme
To honor Black Friday and spend
His arm snaked round her tiny waist
She asked him what is your great haste
The glint in his eye
Needed no reply
Kids are out – there’s no time to waste!
19th February 2015
From upon a ladder’s high ledges
It’s time to trim up the edges
Each critical slice
Makes topiary nice
And forms the most pleasing hedges
A sexy young lady from Dover
Was ready to get her leg over
A quick roll in the hay
Any time night or day
Her boyfriend admits he's in clover
checked with how many syllables 8 8 6 6 8
Contest: Spring forward - Debbie Guzzi
~awarded 6th place~
The lawsuit by StarKist is valid.
Their long time promoter’s new ballad
warns fish to stay clear
of fisherman’s pier,
or end up in somebody’s salad!
Oldie For Carolyn Devonshire's Sea Tales Limericks
Entered Nov 20, 2020 for the 'QUIN-TO your five line' Poetry Contest
Well bless me soul 'tis that time o' the year
To partake of corned beef, cabbage and beer
To meet at Flanagan's Pub
For socializin' and grub
Again to toast the Old Sod we hold dear!
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "The Perfect Limerick" Contest
I'm going to have dessert and put up my feet
At nine o'clock myself is who I'm going to treat
Nine o'clock is my favorite time of the day
It's 8:59 get out of my way
nine o'clock is when my kids go to sleep
Once upon a time in the land of Jack
Appeared young Laura, now fancy that
Such pride and joy
Feel young as a boy
The decades that separate us don't mean a whack
© Jack Ellison 2015
There once was a friend of mine,
Who was famed for making wine.
Her visits were great,
As she brought a crate -
But I lost a week each time.
For Francine's Bottle of Wine contest, written 17th June
When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!
Though we hail Albert E.’s creativity
For his grand tour de force, relativity,
It remains a tough climb
To imagine space-time
With its axes not fixed but all pivoty.
Jim ordered a racehorse online
A thoroughbred sold in it's prime.
Now just for a laugh
They sent a giraffe
But it wins by a neck every time.
Young Shakespeare didst say to his tutor,
"Methinks I wouldst be much astuter,
And per chance, I wouldst say,
Mightest write a screen play,
If some fool wouldst invent the computer."
With scissors, some paper and rock,
He tried hard to make a new clock.
But his efforts all failed,
And, frustrated, he wailed,
‘It ticks but I can’t make it tock.’
Gone is the time to fear any omen
bubbling like a city of fine women
fate never assumes
as bad luck so fumes
the hour has come as life says amen.
I jotted the number down with a pen
called and set the date of time and when
two men and a truck
finally showed up
outside my door stood two stick figured men
You’ll find us tied up with regret
We elephants never forget
This isn’t myth bunk
Thoughts can’t stay in a trunk
But play with the brain’s tape cassette
All I want is a Christmas lover
A present that is like no other
His wife gave permission
Under one condition
Just give Santa time to recover
November 19, 2019
Contest ~ Holiday Themed Limerick
Sponsor ~ Tania Kitchin
Count ~ 9, 9, 6, 6, 9
Michelle, an appreciative poet
Decided to take time to show it.
Wrote a poem to her pals,
To both guys and gals-
She was always nice, now we all know it.
Hillary had thought trash of Donald Trump
And prayed him, that America should dump
She spent time on the jabber
That he was a ‘Pee’ grabber
The election came; Trump gave her a thump!
July 4, 2017
When lifting hair was not a crime
Tonto was ahead of his time
He saw a bald Ranger
Whose mask made him stranger
A real pandemic paradigm!