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.
Tag Archives: limerick
Limerick time: “Joy”
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Freeform Friday: Limerick: “That Sucks”
There once was a man of great flatulence,
who still manage to have quite a dalliance.
Though he gave a rousing toot,
she still managed her flag salute,
but was unsure which roused the smile on his countenance.
Might all depend on how you look at it.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
Sunday Silliness: limerick: “Ohio”
There once was a woman ill from Ohio
whose love life was in complete spiral.
She took to her bed,
pulled the pillows over her head:
her boyfriend had voted across the aisle.
Filed under poetry by author, political humor, Sunday silliness
Freeform Friday: limerick. “The chairs”
There once was a man from Bengal
who met a woman through a business phone call.
They arranged to meet;
she was soon sitting on his seat
because his chairs had been part of her recall.
Filed under Freeform Friday
Monday (morning) writing joke: Limerick: “Seat adjustment”
There once was a man from Bengal
who met a woman through a business phone call.
They arranged to meet;
she was soon sitting on his seat
because his chairs had been part of her recall.
Freeform Friday: limerick: “Man with Waders”
There once was a man with waders
Who thought he might find him some gators
down at his creek,
where the trash did seep
left often by unkind invaders.
On October 13th, a Saturday,
folks like you will come to play
from nine until noon
and not a moment too soon
to pick up trash and put it far away.
So come to First Creek and discover
“treasures” left by some unkind others:
shopping carts and flat tires,
pay phones, couches, and wires
and stuff that the creek tries to smother.
Bring tools and gloves for your hands;
pick up trash for as long as you can.
Once done, we will eat
Harby’s Pizza and Three Rivers’ treats
and be glad we helped the creek and the land.
A man trying on waders: Ask not by whom the trash will be picked up. The trash will be picked up by you.
Filed under Freeform Friday, Photo by author, poetry by author
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.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Silly Saturday
Workshop weekend: limerick: “Hard hat hair dresser”
There once was a hair dresser in a hard hat
who heard cannon fire, loud bass, and rumblings that
made me ask, “Is the end near?”
She said, “Oh no, but I fear
your hairdo would scare all nine lives from a cat.”
Filed under poetry by author, Workshop weekend
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.
Filed under Freeform Friday, limerick, poetry by author
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….
Filed under cartoon by author, limerick, poetry by author, Workshop weekend
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