Limerick

Although I’m a life-long reader of limericks, I’ve only been able to write one:

There was a young man from Hastings

His hobby of choice was wine-tastings

He once got so drunk

He stepped on a skunk

And was promptly evicted from Hastings.

He awoke by the side of a river

With a terrible pain in his liver

“No more wine for me!”

He shouted with glee

Henceforth he was alcohol-free.

For some really great limericks check out Peter’s Pondering:

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18 Responses

  1. Limericks are a really odd form of poetry. I like yours.
    This one is not mine, and it’s Old.

    There was a young man from Darjeeling
    Who went on a train up to Ealing
    A note on the door
    Said don’t spit on the floor
    So he carefully spat on the ceiling

    You make me smile. πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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  2. I like that yours goes on for a second verse, that’s certainly a greater challenge. Alas the one I made up a few years ago is only one verse long but goes as follows:

    There was an old lady from Leicester
    Who had an excessive amount of chest hair
    So she whipped out some wax
    And tried to relax
    While she grimaced and groaned until bare.

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  3. These are fun!! I love trying my hand at limericks myself! One of them got me banned from a FB group for a whole week. All I can say is, the admin must’ve had particularly delicate sensibilities! I can’t remember the limerick, except I *can* tell you that the rhyming words were “nappy,” happy,” and “crappy.” They didn’t like “crappy.” Eye roll! πŸ˜€

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