Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –
Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt was MAD:
They suggested I must be a chump
To admit that I’ve got a real hump
I said, “I’m not mad,
Just terribly sad.
At the thought of four more years of Trump.”
Lockdown ain’t all bad,
Gives you time for a new fad,
It could even make you smile,
At least for a while,
Until you’re driven stark raving mad.
The noise is incredibly bad
– they bought drums for the young lad.
The noise from next door
Is making my head sore!
And it’s absolutely driving me mad!
Reading the news makes me mad
Some of our leaders are awfully bad!
They haven’t a wit
Morals? Not one bit
The shape of our world is pretty sad.
She was mad as a March hare
Romping around without a care
Until, in her mirth
She was dressed as at birth
And was arrested for being bare.
My love for you is more than deep
Mad and passionate in a heap
But you care not
For my sorry lot
And seem to think I’m a creep…
Once there was a strange man who was mad
He may even have behaved quite bad
Rumors flew, like wildfire
the children he did sire
making his wife quite bitter and sad.
There was a young man from Baghdad
Who lived in fear of his dad
For girls weren’t his thing
Boys made his heart sing
His father would go totally mad!
A girl always dressed for the fad
Which made her poor mom really mad
The girl wanted to wear black
Putting mom on the attack
So she burnt all her clothes, which was sad.
‘My life’s so dull,’ said Sir Galahad,
‘Being seen as good is driving me mad.
All of this adulation,
Has given me constipation.
In future I will present as a cad.’
Much as I applaud her beauty, Moon can drive me mad
And leave me lachrymose, despairing, oh so very sad…
But as a poet, I’m drawn to her penultimate allure
Compelled, yearning, piteous, begging silver’d tincture…
Thus, soonest she’s filled to brim, finished thrashing my mortal soul—I’m glad.