It’s Monday morning and 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 MOON:
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!”
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?”
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.