Poems About: LIMERICK

In this page, poems on / about “limerick” are listed.

  • 325.
    The Fanatic: A Limerick

    There once was a religious fanatic
    Though he was quite charismatic
    In a cave he did hide
    And this one truth I must confide read more »

    Jim Milks
  • 326.
    The Statue: A Limerick

    Once there was a statue of gold
    Elegant and beautiful to behold
    One day it started to tarnish
    To save it they covered it with varnish read more »

    Jim Milks
  • 327.
    Limerick 1

    There once was a boy from Colerain
    he shot heroin into his vein
    but now he's all done
    that needle like a gun, read more »

    Josh Brabender
  • 328.
    Three New Limericks

    A fellow with cowboy boots
    was with Satan himself in cahoots.
    Though he had a thick hide,
    when you looked deep inside read more »

    Herbert Nehrlich
  • 329.
    * Mischief (limerick) *

    There once was a rascal named Nick
    Who pushed his cous* into the crick**.
    Now he’s thinking he better
    Get his cousin no wetter, read more »

    Shadigo Claws
  • 330.
    another limerick

    There was a young lady from Clonmel
    Who wore a newspaper dress to a ball
    But her dress caught on fire
    And burnt her entire read more »

    Joseph Enright
  • 331.
    * Tolerating Siblings (limerick) *

    I have a young brother named Nolan
    Who’s annoying, and a pain in the... colon.
    But as he’s only my second
    Sib, I’ll tolerate his heck and read more »

    Shadigo Claws
  • 332.
    Limerick #3

    There once was a man called Fry,
    Who was quite a curious bi.
    He'd have all the men,
    But now and again, read more »

    Jane Delahunty
  • 333.
    Three Valentine Limericks

    My Valentine, a lady de Lille
    Was recently put on de pille
    ‘Tis said without vex
    That a man Mister X read more »

    Margaret Kollmer
  • 334.
    Theo - A Limerick For You

    I wonder if poetesse Theo
    is a Libra or even a Leo.
    She will currently need
    both to uplift indeed read more »

    Herbert Nehrlich
  • 335.
    January Limericks

    A surgeon called Stanislav Slaughter
    took his blond anorexic young daughter
    to a pigs' knuckle feast
    (yes, the pig was deceased) read more »

    Herbert Nehrlich
  • 336.
    Limerick For Sherrie

    While the masses, like auburn-eyed cattle
    were engrossed in their meaningless prattle.
    An opponent stood tall
    with much spunk, all in all read more »

    Herbert Nehrlich
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