There once was a poet from Maine
whose haiku would cause others in vain
to say that they could do, too,
the verse and rhythm that he knew,
but it drove many who attempted insane.
Tag Archives: limerick
Freeform Friday II: Limerick: “Poet from Maine”
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author, rhyming poetry
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.
Filed under Freeform Friday, limerick, poetry by author
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.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Random acts of poetry
Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Rears”
The once was a woman from Tangiers
who had trouble with buying her brassieres.
Every time she tried to pay
they’d send her away,
saying she had too much in arrears.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poem, poetry by author
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/.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Random thought
Limerick: “Knottiness”
There once was a woman from Oak Ridge
who used sexual “knottiness” as a bridge.
She’d tie down her sailor;
have him now and have him latter.
And she’d (k)not keep it quiet, (k)not a smidge.
Filed under Knottiness, limerick, poem, poetry by author
Workshop weekend two: Saturday limerick: “Canard”
There once was a tree in my yard
that came down in a wind rather hard.
I sawed on it yesterday;
it’s still there today.
It’s tougher than a month old canard.
The hackberry where it split and most of it bowed to the ground to the applause of thunder and wind and rain.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Workshop weekend
Limerick: “Yankee Doodle Dandy”
There once was a Yankee Doodle Dandy
who with the girls thought he was quite handy.
So on the Fourth of July
he gave it a flag waving try.
They told him to come back when he had brandy.
Filed under July 4th, limerick, poetry by author
Limerick: “Fireworks”
There once was man who stole fireworks
and truth be told he was quite a jerk.
He went out for a dance
with more than loins in his pants.
Then cigarette ash made him quite berserk.
Filed under Fireworks, limerick, poem, poetry by author
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