POETRY | LIMERICK | HUMOUR
Lively Limericks: The Art of Playful Poetry
Crafting laughter one verse at a time
It would be fine if limericks had originated in Limerick, Ireland.
In answer to my asking, me mither said that we were of Irish descent. I like the short, surprising poems that always astound me as they tumble out of my mind and onto the internet.
I wonder if people enjoy the short rhymes that herald a more serious topic when I write for Medium.
Today, limericks lurched out, unrelated to each other but unstoppable, like dreadful sights and sounds in the Halloween aisles at the department store.
But today, there is no harsh after-limerick verbiage, just fun brain messages from the haze of my addiction-recovered neurobiology.
After the Fandango
I had such fandangoing fun.
But seeing the damage I’d done
In fact, I’d expect
The place I had wrecked
To come after me with a gun.
Granola
Have you ever eaten granola?
It tastes kinda like you had stole a
Big bucket of crunches
In several bunches
And all held together with cola.
A Naked Lady
I don’t think it wise to impose on
A lady without any clothes on.
Though she may be nude
I think it is rude
To check if your blood pressure flows on.
Tillich in Acrylic
I purchased a painting bespattered
With droplets of paint that were scattered.
A picture of Tillich
In brilliant acrylic
Because his philosophy mattered.
Donuts
I went to a store for a bookcase
But found that I was in the wrong place.
In that pastry shop
I met with a cop
Who stuck donuts there in his own face.
Mother’s Victrola
I wish I could listen some more
To songs mother played on the floor
With her new victrola.
She’d sing, and voilà !
My little cares fled through the door.
Bitten By Rhyming
While begging so hard to be written
A limerick’s wanting to fit in.
I peck on my keyboard
Directing it screen ward
For rhyming compulsion has bitten.
Blood Pressure Cuff
The nurse has a blood pressure cuff
To see if you’re fragile or rough.
The harder she's pumpin’
I’m clenching my bumpkin
So I can pretend that I’m tough.
Phlebotomy
They call a phlebotomist vampire,
So hand me a cross and a campfire.
You won’t feel the pain
As they search for your vein
A fact you’ll profusely admire.
Having delved into the joyful art of limerick writing, I invite you to embrace the mirthful challenge of crafting your own whimsical verses. Let creativity run wild, and then share your limericks with friends, family, or even on social media.
When you spread the laughter and merriment that limericks bring, remember there’s no right or wrong in this delightful endeavor. Whether you’re a seasoned poet or a beginner, let the fun of limericks be your guide. So, pick up your pen, square up your keyboard, and let the world hear your light-hearted limerick creations. Happy writing!
Sam is a retired drug counselor and keeps his Texas license current. An MA from UTA, he writes about addiction to substances, behaviors, and thistles of the soul.
