Tag Archives: #limerick

Man from Kirkcaldy – a Limerick

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.

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.

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.