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 last week was TEACH.

Keith Channing:

Teach and explain, the man said

Each time that I spoke to the Head.

And when I tried, he

Could quite clearly see

How deep was my visceral dread!

Kim Smyth:

There once was a man who could teach

His children seemed so out of reach

They told him some lies

And now they despise

There’s even a movement to impeach.

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

If you teach you must learn

Fake knowledge you must spurn

How much time it takes to get

Good at teaching your subject

And marking must be your concern.


I’d rather be on a beach

Instead, I’ve to remote teach

Lessons recorded

All work rewarded

Now, somebody, pass me a peach!

Paul Mastaglio:

Down on the beach

Someone is trying to teach

Demonstrating in the surf

For all its worth

That lots of fun is well within reach.

Linking People 2003:

Skill is better than benefits, so teach;

It provides self respect to each!

Once a teacher always a student;

Learning increases the intelligence quotient!

Google search engine is a big library, preach!

Jael Stevens:

Generations of history’s long gnarled fingers reach

Have handed down lessons intending to teach

Though noble advances credit mankind

Sharper minds’ progress seems elusive to find

Same problems beg answers, broken hearts yet beseech.

‘Dog ate my homework’ is no excuse

What say you now, seeing madness turned loose

Let us give legs to what we teach, preach, speak

Strength to lofty ideals, hearts be not meek

Make end of cultural ‘norms’ which ignore abuse.

Sarian Lady:

If I was trained to teach,

I’d take all of the kids on the beach.

We’d laugh and we’d play,

Every minute of the day,

To be happy, is what I’d preach.


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23 Responses to Laughing Along With A Limerick

  1. How often have you seen a ghost?
    Asked Marvin, our affable host.
    Until we convene
    No-one will have seen
    The house that is haunted the most.

  2. Kim Smyth says:

    A dude once went for a jaunt
    Looking for a good place to haunt
    A corral he chose
    The cowboy at once knows
    ‘Cause his horses before didn’t flaunt.

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  4. My good friend and one of my team,
    Is naughty, or so it would seem,
    She goes out for a jaunt,
    To her favourite haunt
    But in truth, it’s is all in a dream!

  5. I’ll haunt my house and make them go
    Away from here, make a good show.
    My family really are the worst
    They eat all my food, fit to burst.
    I’ll wear a bed sheet, with added glow!

  6. Paul Mastaglio says:

    “This ain’t any old haunt,”
    I hear you taunt.
    “It’s my secret cave
    Only visited by the brave,
    So join me on this special jaunt.”

    Cheers Paul 😁

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  8. Rene Sparrow says:

    Here’s a lighter one than what I last wrote as “Jael”:

  9. Great! Made me laugh. I have been binge watching The Haunting of Bly Manor before bedtime for the last couple of nights. Now everything seems to go bump in the night 😏

  10. Linkingpeople2003 says:

    How to escape the haunt?
    Are the ghosts playing truant?
    Unknown faces disappear in light,
    No one has to fight or flight.
    Tired of seeing shadows flaunt!

  11. TanGental says:

    For we verbalists, Haunt
    Refuses to rhyme with Aunt;
    And while I would love
    To be able to prove
    It really can, I really can’t.

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