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 –

WHIFF

Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was WIG.

Keith Channing:

I really do not give a fig

If you-know-who’s wearing a wig,

I really don’t care;

If he has no hair

I know his brain’s not very big.

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

His wig it blew off in the wind,

On the golf course at the Long Mynd

He chased it and caught it

But wished he’d not bought it

In anger it ended up binned.

Paul Mastaglio:

O’Reilly danced a merry old jig

In the hope he’d make it big

He didn’t care

That he had no hair

As long as he kept hold of his wig.

Kim Smyth:

I once was in need of a wig

Which did not make me dance a jig

The hair cost a bunch

I could’ve lost my lunch

Luckily, my hubby didn’t give a fig!

Trent’s World:

At first she would only pout

But then she would totally wig out

For the kid was a brat

A complete unruly rat

And she had it with that lout.


Ben had a wig of long hair

He wore it and called himself ‘Cher’

He wasn’t trans

But gained some fans

When he first did it on a dare.

Ritu:

Old Pete, he loved to jig

But, in doing so, lost his wig

He didn’t care

Who knew about his hair

He didn’t give a fig!

Sharon Tingle:

I hid from myself in fear

Too afraid to look in the mirror that’s there.

Turning away, I put on the wig.

Then says my Honey with a heart so big:

“Chemo makes you more beautiful, my dear.”


Disguised, I walked from aisle to aisle

I wanted to get a Gucci style

Skillfully, I slipped it in my bag

Which I passed to my fellow scallywag.

“Nice wig,” she says with a knowing smile.

Roberta Writes:

Into his ear crept a large earwig

And in the warm moistness did dig

Down his ear canal he poured oil

The earwig’s egg laying plans to foil

The creature died but he gave not a fig.

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27 Responses to Laughing Along With A Limerick

  1. Wills made a ciggy called whiff,
    Hellish strong and an unusual niff.
    I tried one in France,
    Fell into a trance;
    Forget it – I’ll stick with a spliff.

  2. A strong whiff of Stilton cheese
    I love it I’m easy to please
    But mouldy old cheddar
    Is much worse, not better
    As the smell wafts off in the breeze

  3. trentpmcd says:

    A girl once entered my room
    I got a whiff of perfume
    She wasn’t lent
    A heavenly scent
    Just the smell of my impending doom

    To be famous would be bad
    A whiff of scandal and you’re had
    Vultures above
    Showing no love
    Telling stories so sad

  4. Paul Mastaglio says:

    Standing by the cliff
    Was a little old man named Griff
    Not sure what he was about
    But when I went to shout
    I caught an almighty whiff!

    Cheers Paul 😁

  5. Kim Smyth says:

    There once was a young lad named Bif
    Who stunk if you got a good whiff
    He went au-natural
    Using only shower gel
    Unfortunately, since he worked on a skiff!

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  7. Jael Stevens says:

    So nice to be back here after hiatus, I hope you and your family are well, Esther. Here’s my limerick, hope you enjoy 🙂

  8. chrissieart02 says:

    His wife smelled him smoking a spliff
    She knew it from just one whiff
    I don’t like it, she said
    The kids are in bed
    And both parents had an almighty tiff

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  10. sarianladyaolcom says:

    She leaned over the fence for a whiff.
    The neighbours were having a tiff.
    Oh, my sausage and burgers,
    I hope there’s no murders,
    And leapt over the fence in a jiff.

  11. Sharon Tingle says:

    Completely still she lies.
    Seemingly asleep is just her guise.
    Suddenly, one ear flips up and eyes pop open,
    The whiff of an intruder … a sign? An omen?
    With speeding four-legged bounds, gleefully snags she his thighs.

  12. Valerie A fish says:

    All it takes is a whiff of ‘J’Adore’
    To whisk me back to May Seventy-Four
    At the altar, a bride
    And stood by my side
    My wonderful Cheri Amour

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