Reclining before the idiot box
He flared his nostrils like an ox
A foul smell, he got
He shouted- ‘Something is rot'
His wife said- ‘It's your son's socks'
A foul smell, he got He shouted- ‘Something is rot' His wife said- ‘It's your son's socks... amusing expression. Many thanks dear madam for posting a best limerick on smelling.
Your limericks always make me laugh heartily. Thanks Valsa for giving the readers a chance to enjoy n laugh. A10
Teen aged youths sometimes forget to clear the history of the websites they searched, and when their parents come to know that they have visited forbidden websites, they are annoyed, again they forget that's what they do, too. We all are the slaves of our instincts. I don't think it's a funny Limerick, it's a bitter truth. Great work Valsa.
Akhtarji I must say you are sadly mistaken...! I didn't mean anything other than its obvious reference to a teenager's socks, which he kept wearing more than a day or two and as a result emitting a nauseating smell! After some running around and playing, it must have been soaked in sweat and dirt!
I can't believe I purposely rambled through your list of poems looking for a limerick to read. Could it be you're getting to me? I tell myself I don't like stinkin' limericks and then I check out a limerick titled Stench.... I can only shake my head at myself.... I read [my fingers pinching my nostrils closed] and for some reason I laughed.... what art thou doing to me, dear friend? ? ? But I will insist on this- - I will read Valsa limericks and Valsa limericks alone.... ;)
Susan, I am at a loss for words to thank you! I love your comments.... not because of your words of praise, but because of the way you articulate your thoughts! I tried to post a response to your comment earlier, but my computer has turned awfully slow that often I am forced to shut it down!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful one..............................