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 DATE. My apologies if yours doesn’t feature here. I have scheduled this post and your limerick may have been sent in after my surgery; if so I’ll be posting it when I’m feeling better.
I felt like a bit of a fool
As I stood by the side of the pool
Although I’m too poor
To buy Deglet Nour
Why on earth should I not eat Medjool?
It’s sad, but I have to relate
When my wife asked me out on a date
I looked at my lunch,
My pants in a bunch
And said I’d too much on my plate.
A man who was slightly more mellow,
A charming and affable fellow,
Got as far as line three.
A man on his hols in Penzance
Thought, “I’m smart, maybe I’ll take a chance.
I know I’ll do more,”
And he got to line four.
Hey, Keith, I’m impressed with your verse
Is it art? Or is it a curse?
At first you did fine
But each subsequent line
Made your rhyme sound progressively worse.
And Keith’s response back:
Your comment doth please me, my friend
And I pray that your praise will not end.
Composing a rhyme
Doesn’t take too much time
But they’re minutes I’m glad to expend.
And two more from Richmond Road:
I remember when you couldn’t wait
For my call “can we go on a date?”
‘Cross the threshold I carried
You, after we’d married
And now, you’re invariably late.
I’ve lost all regard for the date
It’s today, and tomorrow can wait
Don’t try to be clever
You can’t live forever
Just be happy before it’s too late.
I had an appointment with the doc
So I decided to wear a pink frock
Then I thought it’s no date
And I got there real late
Wearing a jumper and only one sock!
Her name was Kate
And she was very late
So I checked my phone
To see why I was still alone
Only to find I had the wrong date.
My hubby and I never dated
‘Twas fate for us to be related
It just took one dance
And little romance
For us to become so elated!
There’s one thing I really hate
When preparing for a romantic date
Depilate, or not?
Hairy legs are not hot
In case we decide to mate!
Did I tell you about our first date
Actually it’s a stroke of fate
The odds of us meeting
In person was fleeting
Online relationship to soulmate.
September’s calendar shows smudged date
Less-than-happy reminder I’ll be sixty-eight
I never planned to stay this long
Outlived my wardrobe and heart’s dreamy song
But maybe God’s best comes to those waiting late.