There once was a man from Kirkcaldy,
Who only owned half of his body,
The half that was his,
Was really the biz,
The other half was run-down and shoddy.
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By the Book (sic)
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There once was a young lady from Kilkenny – A Limerick
There once was a young lady from Kilkenny
There once was a young lady from Kilkenny,
Who looked but she couldn’t find any,
She looked once again,
When it started to rain;
And there they were, all of them, many.
Saturday 1st April – April Fool’s Day #NaPoWriMo Poem #19 (18:00 pm) – the Erfect Limerick
There once was a poem called Erfect
that was a close as could be to being perfect;
its name was to rhyme
which seemed like a good idea at the time
but what other word do you know that rhymes with perfect?
Saturday 1st April – April Fool’s Day – #NaPoWriMo Poem #7 (06:00am) – Limerick
Have we had a Limerick to make us smile today?
No we haven’t had a Limerick, it’s sad I have to say;
there should be one,
‘twould make this fun,
and give us a six am ‘wa-hey!’
There once was a lady from Truro – a Limerick
There once was a lady from Truro,
who owned a rather large bureau,
it had plenty of drawers,
for storing her snores,
and it had only cost her one euro.
There was a young lady from Kew – Limerick (co-written by David P.)
There was a young lady from Kew
Who didn’t know what to do
Her conundrum was such
She didn’t think much
So she soon met her own Waterloo.
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There was a young lady from Kew
There was a young lady from Kew
who had never been to Limerick
because she knew
she wouldn’t then fit
in the formatted shape of a Haiku.
There once was a team, Limerick FC
There once was a team, Limerick FC,
that played in two thousand and three,
they’d been good before,
but had since become poor,
and who knew what their future would be?
Random Acts of Poetry #6
There once was a Limerick so funny,
that it sold for a whole lot of money,
to a private collection,
for personal delection,
because that one was particularly punny.
There once was a lady named Sally
There once was a lady named Sally,
who lived the other side of the valley;
her hair it was soft,
but up in her loft,
there was nothing but total doolally.
Graeme Sandford 