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Forum To Read & Write Limericks

Do you share my love of limericks?  This is the place to read and write them!


Congested with headache, in pain.

Lifting a Kleenex a strain.

My husband's loud snoring,

That's shaking the flooring.

Is driving me quickly insane.



Looks like Captain T. kirk has a place.

Well, Shatner, the man, in this case.

Some serious bread,

That William has spread.

He's prospered, now conquering space.



It's progressively coming to light.

This marriage to Dwight is not right.

He's extremely well-bred,

But as far as his head.

It hovers two feet past my height.



In the average appointment with doc.

She is constantly checking the clock.

Her schedule is strained,

I'm feeling so drained.

Like account at my bank, what a crock.


He's lacking the skill with details.

Just horrid with hammer and nails.

Not dignified bed,

No comfort for head.

The nails in the coffin impales.



With sister, I'm growing more bitter.

Practicing craft, I'm a knitter.

She has tangled up skein,

But instead of complain.

I rolled yarn into ball, used to hit her.



I envisioned a chance in a will,

So married the sickly old Phil.

While cursing the wait,

Said, "I'm poisoning mate.

That bitter old Phil left me nil!"




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Another Monday, another set of limericks!


Babe Ruth with the Boston Red Sox,

Or Gates with gazillions of stocks.

And Einstein so bright,

Mathematically right.

All thinkers outside of the box.


Lefties like Hendrix who rocks.

Or Greta Garbo when she talks.

There's Twain when he writes,

DaVinci delights.

All thinkers outside of the box.


Enrolled, but of course, I'm a fake.

Astrophysics is hard, it's opaque.

But students were right,

This professor, so bright.

I love intellectual beefcake.


She mixes up left from her right.

Discovered that fact just tonight.

Because of that glitch,

I found her in ditch.

GPS and my friend had a fight.


That's all for now.  See you next week.

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Happy Monday!  Four more limericks!


Loading my car with a sack.

Then painful immediate whack.

The cart took a roll,

My toe took the toll.

x-ray shows minuscule crack.


It was sixty plus tip that I doled.

As a kid, my first perm, I was sold.

But the haircut looked stark,

A circular arc.

Guess you can say I was bowled.


This year, origami's my thing.

Make a swan or a dragon or king.

Go basic or bold,

Be precise with the fold.

Small hazard, the paper cut sting.


The sweater, a gift from Aunt Claire.

Mom said, "You write her and wear."

It was ugly and old,

Got stubborn and bold.

And answered my Mom, "Well aware."


Until next time!

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Great job again Rhymes but, as a Red Sox fan, I didn't care for the Babe Ruth reference lol! Keep them coming! The best column in the Community!

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Steve @postman29  Thank you for those kind words!  Of course most people associate Babe Ruth with the Yankees.  Didn't know he played for the Sox and even one year with the Atlanta Braves until I research before writing the limerick.  Assuming you meant he was a trader going from the Sox to the Yankees. Sorry 🤓

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Happy Monday!  More limerick fun:


This year for my lunch and my dinner,

I'm working at getting much thinner.

Will slow down the fork,

With spaghetti I torque.

A shot as a weight losing spinner.


All gather for dinner tonight.

My Dad and I southpaws, our plight.

So orchestrate seating,

Or elbows competing.

We're left of the righties, that's right.


The lefties were vilified sight.

Thought sinister people, a fright.

Now left-handed prominence,

Has right-braining dominance.

So lefties have minds that are right.


Routinely will wake in the night.

Rewriting a limerick right.

A gift and a curse,

To write a good verse.

Returning to sleep in a fight.


On a good night:

Returning to sleep 'til it's light.


That's a wrap for this week.  See you next Monday.

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Happy New Year!  Another Monday, more limericks to share.


A very short tale for one fish.

His home in a bowl, was smallish.

The bobtailed cat smiled,

Her eyes were now wild.

Son licking her lips, said "delish."


This youngster who loved a small space.

Could contort her whole body with grace.

The neighbors said, "Freak,

Your future loos bleak."

Her parents add, "Circus, embrace."


A fisherman truly an ace.

His stomach had plenty of space.

While starting to sal'vate.

He's becoming irate.

Just miniscule fish in his face.


Left career with the stressors and strains.

His daughter is whiny, complains.

A line and a hook,

with a babbling brook.

The forehead's back bulging with veins.


Would love to see your contributions here.

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A poem for the times:


I wish we all got together, as one,

perhaps then, Covid19 would be done,

Science told us what we had to do,

 some said it's not for me, but for you,

2021 could've been the year that we won!


Stay safe, protect yourselves, and protect others in the new year! Let's hope it's happier!






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Steve@postman29  100% agree!  The next few months will probably be high numbers.  Staying masked, distanced and not doing any extra outings.  Doing our best.  May you be blessed in the new year!

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Thank you! You also. Happy New Year to you, your husband, and your family! Thanks for keeping these pages interesting too!

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I remember as a child, the long wait,

Watching for Santa, time getting late,

Would I get what I'd like, 

Maybe that new bike, 

Christmas morning would reveal my fate.🎅





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Steve @postman29  This is a wonderful stand alone poem!  It really does capture what kids feel the night before Christmas. With a few simple tweaks, it can become a traditional limerick too.  


I remember in childhood, long wait.

I'm watching for Santa, it's late.

Would I get what I'd like,

Perhaps that new bike?

The morning would "present" my fate.


One kudo for poem, not right.

I could petition for more. Could I fight?

But, emoji or two,

Is the best I can do.

For your memory of Christmas eve night.


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That's sweet @postman29 and timely.  🙂  Creates pictures of stockings, cookies and milk along with anticipation.

People will stop asking you questions if you answer back in interpretive dance. - Meme
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It's Monday, time for more limericks:


The constant complaints are insane.

Can't feign fascination, a drain.

Have a growing despair,

Need to step out for air.

So I leaped from the taxiing plane.



All provisions were loaded for cruise.

Some non-rational stuff, and no booze.

The three hours for trip,

was three seasons of scrip.'

All their failing rescues amused.


Sit right back and you'll hear a tale. . . Oh Gilligan, we miss you.



The urologist said on the cruise.

"Your urine's the color chartreuse.

The candy addiction,

Explains the affliction."

My Skittles were causing those hues.



An Italian retirement cruise.

With glorious cities and views.

But while taking a break,

Knew that statue's a fake.

Poor David was strewn with tattoos!



Had a medical history ruse.

To meet with the doctor on cruise.

I had every intent,

To come clean with the gent.

But the doctor was female, I lose.



One more birthday has it, a big number.

I once walked with a swagger, now lumber.

Last stint as the escort.

Was awkward and short.

If I take you to bed, I'll just slumber.



I'm loving the lim'ricks, a blast.

But a darkening pall, has been cast.

My writing on cruise,

Accrues and accrues.

This marriage, not sure it will last.


That's all for now.  See ya next Monday. Would love to see limericks from you!

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Happy Monday!  Here's a few more limericks:


All started with Jack and the stalk.

The villagers huddle in shock.

And Jack says, "No sale."

For the goose of the tale.

While the Giant's been outlined in chalk.


It's a breaking and entering crime.

The suspect is Goldi.  She's prime.

The bears are all bent,

on malicious intent.

Just new chair.  She is serving no time.


Poor Kay was not careful today.

The makeup's too much on display.

Mascara accrued,

I know this is rude.

Had appearance of Tammy, Miss. Faye.


She hovered above the dead bird.

That laid on a book.  Hadn't stirred.

The title I scanned,

Spelled it out, "Crime And,

Punishment," kitty just purred.


My previous spouse was a cheat.

Had a dream I restrained both his feet.

It's really bazaar,

But in trunk of my car.

I had bags that were drained of concrete.


The lawyer was coming to grips.

Of her thug's conversational slips.

Control of defendant,

Completely dependent.

On keeping the gag on his lips.


Defendant had credible alibi.

Shown teaching her Zumba.  A lie?

Discovered the lynch pin.

Had identical twin.

But which one is which, who should fry?


Bring your limericks here.  Show me your rhythm and rhyme.

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Missed my usual Monday limerick share.  Got the vax booster, and it hit hard.  But still grateful that I could get it.


The crash was in field of kale.

And pilot forgetful and frail.

The statement that's next,

Had me stunned and perplexed.

The controls in the cockpit were braille!


"Good Will Hunting," the movie accrued.

An abundance of language that's lewd.

It was often by Matt,

Fricking this, Fricking that.

I bleeped it all mom, more subdued.


My cousin is freaked out by mimes.

That fact, could enable fun rhymes.

His career I conclude.

Once pantomimed crewed.

Were involved with the grisliest crimes.


I was caught by insomniac hazy.

Been awake now, completely two days.

The exhaustion accrues.

Thought process is skewed.

Are there magical sleeping p.j.'s?


Merry Christmas to all you limerickers out there!

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Happy Monday!  A few new limericks.


The story's embellished, I found.

Dad says he practically drowned.

He tackled a fish,

Was large ( I'd say ) ish.

Each telling, it grows by a pound.


Introductory book that's divine. *

with the subject of fish on the line.

Is "Seussian" driven,

A gift I have given.

To children from newborn to nine.


*The book, "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish." By Dr. Suess


The geometry teacher, the best.

Was solving all proofs, he would test.

The escape from the sines,

His leisure designs.

A boat, as an angler to rest .


The specialty lure in the brook.

All it took for the line to be shook.

Then give it some slack.

That fish on attack.

What he found was a shoe on a hook.


Appealing to Carp, you can dribble.

Dry dog food in lake, do not quibble.

What's reported, are Carp,

Not terrible sharp.

In summary, kibble for nibble.


That's all for now.  See you next week!

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Great job Rhymes! Very entertaining! 😀

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Steve @postman29  Thank you.  Didn't receive an honorable mention in the recent in-line contest.  But I'm glad to be able to have a forum to share them.

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I loved the imagery (a wild ride, so to speak) and the fun ending on this one.  🙂

People will stop asking you questions if you answer back in interpretive dance. - Meme
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@MedusaE76171  Which limerick did you like out of this group?

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The one from Monday, 12/6.  

People will stop asking you questions if you answer back in interpretive dance. - Meme
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@MedusaE76171  Thank you.  The more of them I write, the more I'm enjoying the process.

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Thank you.  🙂   I'm just taking a while to get over my innoculations; probably the autoimmune.  But I'm sure I'm be fine soon.  🙂

Right?  I meant it as a great compliment and I'm glad you caught it that way; Shel Silverstein rocks!  🙂  (Cept for, "The Giving Tree."  Why the hell was that?)

People will stop asking you questions if you answer back in interpretive dance. - Meme
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@MedusaE76171  I liked The Giving Tree.  Guess I'm just s sucker for a bit sentimental and sappy.  Seating on the stump at the end.  😭

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@Rhymesometimes I've just gotten to these as I've been in bed all day; innoculations caught up with me.

I found them clever, fun and entertaining.  They remind me of Shel Silverstein who is, among a very few others, one of my favorite poets.
You bring light.  🙂

People will stop asking you questions if you answer back in interpretive dance. - Meme
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@MedusaE76171 First off, I'm sorry you aren't feeling well.  Hope you are in the pink soon. Shel Silverstein?! High praise indeed!  Thank you.

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I sit down, a limerick to write,

Sun goes down, day into night,

December is here,

It's time to spread cheer,

And hold everyone dear so tight.


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Steve the @postman29  I really like this one!  Would like to put it into traditional limerick rhythm.  Stressed syllables in bold are emphasized.


I'm sitting down, poem to write.

The sun goes down, day into night.

December is here.

It's time to spread cheer.

And hold all those cherished, so tight.

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Hi Rhymes. That's why you're the pro and I'm the amateur lol.😀

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