When I first asked you to write a limerick as a bit of fun to cheer everyone up, little did I realise what I was starting. It seems you’ve relished them and would like to make this a regular thing to bring a smile to a Monday morning. Here are you wonderful creations from last week. More please!
There was a young man from limerick,
Who wanted to play on his guitar, quick
He wanted to rhyme
And keep in good time,
But his mom turned the light out with the dimmer switch!
Joy Lennick‘s husband:
A lady whose name was Theresa
shut her old man in the freezer…
By playing the field
he got himself killed
and he’s now with the sprouts and the pizza.
I asked Alexa for a limerick. Here’s what she gave me:
There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two.
The Reverend Algernon Sproggs
Secretly collects ladies clogs.
His Mum used to say
It’s better today
When he was a boy he collected newts and
There was a lady from St Kits
Who was blessed with very large ears
She said, I know that my dears,
Doesn’t rhyme with St Kits.
In the days of virus people are blue
So I wrote a little limerick for you
I hoped it’d be swell
But it didn’t come out so well
But it is a verse brand new.
My last limerick was so bad
It is just making me awfully sad
I tried to bring cheer
But I only heard a jeer
So now I feel I’m a terrible cad.
Those rhymes above weren’t serious
Sure, I wished they were hilarious
But they were quickly done
For a bit of fun
And I wrote them fast and furious.
There once was a world filled with followers,
arrogant people and borrowers
Upon them a blight
Caused such keen insight
Instead, they improved our tomorrows.