Laughing Along With A Limerick

It’s Monday morning and limerick time! Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –

SULK

Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt was MOON:

Keith Channing:

I wanted to fly to the moon
But my grandmother said, “It’s too soon.
There’s no-one to fire us
Locked down with this virus
And you don’t even have a balloon!”

Ritu:

Jim slipped into the room
The time would come, very soon
Bare arse balanced on sill
He sat very still
And shouted, “How’s that for a full moon?”

Tales From The Mind Of Kristian:

As I lay in the grass, all content
The night winds appearing God-sent
I gaze up at the moon
and start to assume
that some bugger has stolen my tent.

Paul Mastaglio:

I stare at the moon,

Feeling like a bit of a loon,

I wonder if it’s smiling at me,

I can’t tell, you see,

I’ve have had too much to drink doon the toon!

Trent’s World:

I hope it is over soon
That monthly bit of loon
I run with the pack
With hair on my back
During every full moon.

***

Mars, they say, has two
And Jupiter, quite a few!
It’s no fun
We only have one
But I guess our moon will do.

Richmond Road:

On a glorious June afternoon
I went flying beneath a balloon
With my head in the stars
I was heading for Mars
But fell hopelessly short of the Moon.

***

If but for the limits of flight
To the stars I would take you tonight
On the next afternoon
We could walk on the moon
And the Earth would be our satellite.

Christine Mallaband-brown:

I’ve been, a few times, to the moon
In the lovely summer days of June,
I went in a rocket
I stored in my pocket,
And journeyed there with a baboon!

John Reynolds:

There was a young lady from Rome

Who took out a very big loan.

It was far big to pay back,

So, to keep her on track,

She bet horses over the phone.

***

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24 Responses to Laughing Along With A Limerick

  1. “Stop sulking,” my mother would say
    “You’re not going to get your own way.”
    It’s not often the case
    That a frown’s on my face
    Never more than ten times every day

  2. Ritu says:

    The very green Incredible Hulk
    Was in an incredible sulk
    Lockdown was such
    He’d eaten too much
    And fat was now most of his bulk
    😂

    There was a young maiden called May
    Who’d sulk at her window all day
    Her grumpy face
    Was such a disgrace
    That it frightened the virus away
    😬

  3. Paul Mastaglio says:

    Hi

    It’s not fair, it’s not fair,

    You just don’t care,

    You let him in but not me,

    Now there’s nowhere for me to be,

    So, I’ll think I’ll go home and wash my hair.

    Cheers Paul 😁

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  4. Sanandi-jacq says:

    A man named Incredible Hulk
    Squatted down on his heels in a sulk.
    His slack muscles bore witness
    Lockdown had ruined his fitness
    And an increase in fat and bulk.

  5. I’m in a terrible sulk
    as I look at my increasing bulk,
    it’s not fun at the beach
    with my knees out of reach
    and I look like the incredible hulk.

    It seems like great minds think alike and Sulk/bulk/hulk are a popular rhyme. 🙂

  6. trentpmcd says:

    Jim thought himself a great wit
    But he never knew just when to quit
    Until one guy
    Punched him in the eye
    Causing Jim to sulk a bit
    *
    There once was a girl name Brey
    Who saw the world as dark grey
    She knew no light
    And cried all night
    Then sulked the rest of the day

  7. John Reynolds says:

    There was an old man from China.
    Who, suffered sometimes with angina.
    He said to his mate,
    What a terrible fate.
    I caught it while being a miner.

    Cheers John

  8. James wound up in a big sulk.
    He’d had a fight with the Hulk.
    He was battered and bruised
    And his mind was confused.
    Because he had a lot less bulk!

  9. TanGental says:

    Sweating from his considerable bulk,
    Derrick descended into a sulk
    After he found his rollon
    Had been wantonly stolen,
    Leaving him dependent on grandma’s talc.

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