There once was a young writer in France,
Who for the New Year wanted to dance.
To get out of his rut,
Outside he did strut,
But forgot he was wearing no pants.
Category Archives: limerick
Monday morning writing joke: “Strut Your Stuff”
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Monday morning writing joke: “The plan”
The plan
There once was a writer who wrote Santa. /
He asked for a book marketing plan to /
Put his novel on top /
And not be a flop. /
Now, he only has to write another 80 grand-ah.
Filed under 2022, limerick, Monday morning writing joke, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
Limerick time: “Joy”
There once was a woman named Joy.
All her neighbors she did nothing be annoy.
Such a termagant!
Her hours were always spent
Haranguing all who came into her employ.
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Silly Saturday: Limerick: “Well endowed”
There once was a man well endowed
who was always noticed in crowd.
Say what you think
about his masculine stink,
but he always wore it quite proud.
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Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Lady from Roane”
There once was a lady from Roane
who could have fun even while being alone.
She’d let her fingers do the walking
and cries of joy do the talking
by herself or sometimes on the phone.
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Workshop weekend: limerick: “Strange tale”
There once was a writer from Nairobi
who had a strange tale that she told me.
About the dark of night
when Aliens came for her “delight”…
and then produced copies, which she sold me.
It was a dark and stormy story….
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Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Mumpsimus”
There once was a man called Mumpsimus
who when he spoke, wasn’t quite one of us.
He’d say Hello for Good bye,
or Good Night at noon high.
But we knew he was kind when he cussed at us.
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Random acts of poetry: Limerick: “Quills”
There once was a man from Ft. Wayne.
Whose bride nearly drove him to abstain.
Little sex, no thrills –
She was all “porcupine quills” –
Until he sang songs with bawdy refrains.
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Random thoughts: Limerick: “Retort”
There once was a hairdresser in port
who, while wearing a pink hard hat, would cavort.
And to this very day,
though the construction’s gone away,
is still known to have a snarky retort.
A hairdresser and her hard hat. Retort extra.
You can find out more about this pink hard hat and the woman wearing it at: http://ephemeralfilaments.wordpress.com/.
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