Laughing Along With A Limerick

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 ZOOM:

Keith Channing:

Zoom is an interesting word

Many meanings, or so I have heard.

It could be a lens,

Talking with friends,

Or rushing around – how absurd!

I saw, as I entered the room,

My wife with a man from Khartoum.

“My, God, what is this?”

I asked with a hiss.

She replied , “I just met him on Zoom.”

Riding a young horse called Lairy

Hoofing it straight through the prairie

You see it’s such fun

My life on the run

Evading the carabinieri.

Christine Mallaband-brown:

The telescope was set on Zoom

He could see the man in the moon

I’ll get in my rocket

With some cheese in my pocket

To feed old moony real soon!


She said “Can you get out the room?

Can’t you see I’m trying to Zoom?

I’m so full of stress

The house is a mess

And I’m trying to hide all my gloom!”

As soon as mum hits full bloom

Some babies do like to zoom

They come when they’re ‘ready’

No waiting for ‘steady’

When it comes to exiting the womb.

Trent’s World:

To be a bird in the air

And zoom from here to there

Learning to fly

To travel the sky

Leaping clouds without a care.

Paul Mastaglio:

Zoom means to go fast,

So you won’t be last,

But you’re going to a virtual meet,

Not to some place on the street,

Making travelling a thing of the past.

Ruth Blogs Here:

Old-time rocket-shaped lolly named Zoom

Juice-filled frozen fruit flavours go boom

In your mouth layers sweet

Melt to mush as you eat

Wooden lolly stick sucked till exhumed

Although Fab was my favourite vice

With its hundreds and thousands on ice

Adding crumbly feel

And exciting appeal

To a fun lolly sure to entice.

Kim Smyth:

There once was a car that went zoom

Its owner “drove” it across the room

Well, he was three,

So zooming you see,

Was how he got over his gloom!


She begged me to leave her blasted room

Fine, I’ll just zoom away on my broom

I’m going to the moon.

She’ll miss me real soon

Can’t believe she called me a buffoon.

Geoff Le Pard:

With zoom, we’ve begun to obsess,

on the question of how we should dress?

Do we wear full regalia?

Or bare genitalia?

Face to face, there was never this stress.


Does Zoom work better than Skype?

If not, then what’s the big hype?

It’s free, mercy me,

But all we can see –

Your scalp and the chat you type.

Rhen Laird:

Curious…meetings via Zoom

“Distancing” limits folks sharing room

“Zoom” suggests things move with speed

But regarding its end, Covid sees no need

Shuffling through sweaty days, I watch poems bloom.

Roberta Writes:

He sat on his cellular phone in the room

Having just finished a meeting on Zoom

What a frightening sight

He expression; dark as night

The seed of a monster was starting to bloom.

And Robbie’s from last week when the prompt was spell:

“Stay away!” the witch did yell

“I’m already feeling most unwell

hand sanitizer didn’t work

and my keep well spell had a quirk

now I’ve no sense of smell.”

Hansel and Gretel could quickly tell

the witch was not feeling at all well

she kept herself hidden away

with a mask and hand spray

Covid-19 was impervious to her spell.


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26 Responses to Laughing Along With A Limerick

  1. You see, my mum said with a pout,
    You’ve no idea what life’s about
    You run through the town
    With your shirt upside-down
    And your knickers are on inside-out!

  2. First one: change shirt to skirt – makes more sense.

    To answer your lingering doubt,
    My brother said, frying his trout.
    When we get some rain
    I’ll go fishing again,
    And that’s what this drought pout’s about!

  3. I said with a great big pout
    You don’t my greatest doubt
    About going to sea
    Is how the waves will be
    If the water gets into the boat!

  4. trentpmcd says:

    I’m going to pout and scratch my head
    For all thoughts of limericks are dead
    No rhyme today
    I’ve got nothing to say
    Perhaps I’ll go back to bed

    Ah, those rhythms came out wrong!
    Like some demented children’s song!
    I think I’ll shout
    Then sit and pout
    And fret and stew all day long

    (A couple of non-limerick limericks?)

  5. Kim Smyth says:

    My studies have me filled with doubt
    They’re causing me to now pout
    But practice makes you better
    So, now I’ll type a letter
    And, with confidence send it on out!

  6. Paul Mastaglio says:

    About this theme, I know nowt,
    My face said with a pout,
    So I put down my pen,
    Returned to my den,
    And refused to come out.

  7. lyncrain says:

    I nominated you for the Vincent Ehindero Blogging Award. Your contributions to WordPress are valuable to us all.

  8. Ritu says:

    She turned and posed with a pout
    Of her beauty, she had no doubt
    Lips inflated
    Bust elevated
    But to me, she just looked like a trout!

  9. Zack and Zelda says:

    It was fun to write for this prompt! I hope I’ve not confused you too much–“Rhen” is now on this blog, which is Not private 🙂

  10. Pingback: Random Limericks 2 – Keith Kreates!

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