Archive for the ‘limerick alert’ Tag
As anyone who reads this blog knows I love limericks. I love the mild ones written by kids and for kids, the medium ones for many of the limerick loving adults who shy away from many of the naughtier limericks, and occasionally I get in the mood to post something a little raunchier. My favorite limerick writer has always been Isaac Azimov but one of his close friends deserved an honorable mention today. That friend was John Ciardi who for 16 years was the poetry editor for the Saturday Review and his translation of The Divine Comedy is still considered a classic. Sadly, he passed away in 1986 but his works and love of limericks lives on. Enjoy.
There once was a girl who intended
To keep herself morally splendid
And ascend unto glory,
Which is not a bad story
Except that that’s not how it ended.
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There was a promoter named Hugh,
Who promoted a dance called The Screw.
Disco by disco
From New York to Frisco
He made it the in-thing to do.
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There was a young lady named Mame,
Whose parents believed it a shame
To reject all the beaus
Who came round to propose.
But she didn’t. That’s not why they came.
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My professor of sex claimed he knew
A hundred and one things to do.
My girlfriend ain’t much
At book learning, as such,
But she knows at least a hundred and two.
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I thought I’d start the weekend off with a little humor. Seeing as how there are only 106 shopping days until Christmas, you should start smiling as soon as possible in preparation.
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A farm girl brought a bull to a pasture in order that it might service the cow there. The farm boy in charge of the cow joined her and they watched the process. After a while, the farm boy turned to the farm girl and said, “That just makes me itch to do the same thing. How about it?” And the farm girl said indifferently, “Go ahead. It’s your cow.”
The nuclear war had come and gone. Earth lay devastated and nearly lifeless. In a puddle of water were two tiny bacteria. One said the other, “All over again – but this time, no brains.”
I once saw a cartoon which that showed two people staring at each other. One was a little man in a loin cloth, looking like Mahatma Gandhi. The other was a stalwart man with a full feathered headdress looking like Sitting Bull. Both are speaking simultaneously, and the caption reads: “Funny but you don’t look Indian.”
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There was an old fellow named Paul
Whose prick was exceedingly small.
When in bed with a lay
He could screw her all day
Without touching the vaginal wall.
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“Well,” said Mrs. Jones to her young daughter, “and what did you learn in Sunday School today?” “We learned,” said little Nancy, “about Moses.” “Ah,” said her mother, “and what did you learn about Moses?” Nancy said, “Well he was a general leading an army on a retreat from Egypt. The Egyptians, in hot pursuit, had the weight of tanks on their side, and Moses, taking casualties, was forced back upon the Red Sea, where he faced annihilation. Calling for air support, however, he proceeded to throw a pontoon bridge hastily across —” By this time Mr. Jones had finally managed to catch her breath and said, “Nancy! Surely that is not what they taught you about Moses.” “Well not exactly,” said Nancy, “but if I told it to you the way the teacher told it to me, you’d never believe it.”
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THANKS AGAIN ISAAC
There seem to be a few of you out there who continue to request a selection of down&dirty limericks. I’m feeling a little down&dirty myself today, so I’ll bow to the pressure and offer up a few.
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There was a young lady named Eva
Who filled up her bath to receive her.
She took off her clothes,
From her head to her toes,
And a voice through the keyhole yelled, “Beaver!”
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There was a young harlot at Yale,
With her Price List tattooed on her tail.
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
She had it emblazoned in Braille.
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A cheerful young golfer, named Jock,
Gave his ball a three-hundred-yard sock.
It doesn’t sound far
For a chap that shoots par,
But twas done with the end of his cock.
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A mathematician named Eddie Hall,
Has a hexahedronal ball.
The cube of its weight
Times his pecker, plus eight,
Is his phone number – so give him a call!
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ISN’T POETRY FUN?
Here I sit poolside watching my two grandsons beating my better-half in a mean and nasty game of Triple War. Losing to an eleven and eight-year-old is kind of embarrassing and I gladly told her so. Warm day, great barbecue, new puppy, cool pool, board games, and family. It doesn’t get much better for a hot August day. The sun is broiling my bald head but I’m not complaining. All too soon we’ll be shoveling that white stuff once again and I can continue complaining even more then. But for today I thought I’d offer a couple of tongue twisting limericks to challenge you.
This is my first Tibetan limerick . . .
A Tibetan made a bet on his toboggan
That his toboggan could get down the hill hot-doggin.
The Tibetan got to bettin’,
But while bettin’ kept forgettin’,
It was August, so he landed on his noggin.
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A reckless rough roofer, Ralph Rufus,
Was a ruthless fool know as a doofus,
When Rufus roofed on a roof,
No roof was found to be Ralph-proof,
Roofing roofers felt Rufus a complete and total goofus.
143 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS
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💥💥💥💥TWISTED LIMERICK ALERT💥💥💥💥
I think it’s likely that some of you may have gotten the wrong idea with the title I used for this post. Twisted in this context does not mean heavily sexual or bawdy. These limericks are written specifically for children, and they are a cross between limericks & tongue twisters. As a kid I loved tongue twisters and at a very early age whilst sitting through a number of sessions to correct a minor lisp I had, tongue twisters were one of the exercises that we were permitted to do to help us get control of our speech patterns. I know it sounds stupid, but it was even more stupid when you’re the one who was required to do it. Enjoy!
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She saw a seesaw at sea,
A shawl she was wearing, was she,
The sea shrank her shawl,
Till it shrank her shawl small,
To the seesaw she saw she said “Gee!”
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Louise is pleased by cheesy chicken squeezed with cheesy cheese,
Squeezy peasy chicken cheesy served to please Louise,
“To other chicken, phooey!
Even Chinese chicken suey,
More squeezy greasy peasy cheesy chicken, if you please!”
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Hannah from Havana grew bananas in Savanna,
A bonanza of bananas that had grown in her bandanna,
How can bananas from Havana,
Grow in your bandanna, Hannah,
Into such a bonanza of banana nirvana?
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Six silly Swiss sisters from Spain,
Sue, Sis, Sophie, Shirl, Sheila, and Jane,
Said Shirl’s sister Sue,
“I’ll serve Sophie some stew,
And Sis, Sheila, Shirl, and Jane some chow mein!”
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IF TWO WITCHES WERE WATCHING TWO WATCHES,
WHICH WITCH WOULD WATCH WHICH WATCH?
These limericks were published in New York in 1965. They made their way into my hands via the Northside School Library in Rogers, Arkansas. The last date the book was signed out was on April Fool’s Day in 1967. From reading them I would guess many of them were written in Great Britain, but I’ll note the authors when I can. Enjoy!
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There was a young man of Calcutta
Who spoke with a terrible stutta,
At breakfast he said,
“Get me some b-b-b-bread
And b-b-b-b-b-b-butta.”
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By Robert Louis Stevenson
There once was an old man of the Cape,
Who made himself garments of crepe.
When asked, “Do they tear?”
He replied, “Here and there,
But they’re perfectly splendid for shape!”
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A small boy when asked to spell “yacht,”
Most saucily said, “I will nacht.”
So, his teacher in wrath,
Took a section of lathe,
And warmed him up well on the spacht.
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There was a young bard of Japan
Whose limericks never would scan.
When they said it was so,
He replied “Yes I know,
But I make a rule of always trying to get just as many words into the last line as I possibly can.”
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SUMMER’S FINALLY HERE
I’ve been promising for some time to post a few bawdy limericks and today’s the day. These four limericks can be rated either “R” or “X” depending on the reader. If you have any children who use your computer, make sure they don’t get to see these. I don’t have much more to say about this post because believe me, it speaks for itself. I hope all of you who requested this posting (and you know who you are) appreciate how uncomfortable it makes me to post this. So here we go.
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There was a young man of Nantucket
Whose prick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin,
“If my ear were a pussy, I’d fuck it.”
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There was a young fellow named Meek
Who invented a lingual technique.
It drove women frantic
And made them romantic,
And wore all the hair off his cheek.
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There once was a handsome young seaman
Who with ladies was really a demon.
In peace or in war,
At sea or on shore,
He could certainly dish out the semen.
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There was a young lady named Hilda
Who went for a walk with a builder.
He knew that he could,
And he should, and he would –
And he did – and he goddamn near killed her.
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I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM
Well, it’s June! What better way to start a new month than with a Limerick Alert. I understand that many of the readers of this blog wait patiently for me to post limericks that are a bit more interesting and suggestive, but once again I’ll post this selection of limericks that are cute and funny and written primarily for and by children. For those of you who like your limericks with a bit more spice, I’m compiling a collection more to your liking that will be posted in a few weeks. These six will have to carry you through until then, so let’s get started. I also hope you’ll appreciate this first limerick because it’s the only limerick ever to use the word Nantucket without offending anyone.
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There was an old man of Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
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There was a young lady of Crete,
Who was so exceedingly neat,
When she got out of bed,
She stood on her head
To make sure of not soiling her feet.
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There once were two cats of Kilkenny;
Each thought there was one cat too many.
So, they fought paw to paw
And they scratched claw to claw,
Till instead of two cats there weren’t any.
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There was a young woman from Niger.
Who smiled and rode out on a tiger.
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside
And a smile on the face of the tiger.
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HAVE A GREAT SUMMER
It’s been quite a while since I posted a Limerick Alert due in part to my semi-invalid status these last few months. Now that I’ve been cleared by the doctors once again I can freely move around my residence without the need of a wheelchair, walker, or a cane. I feel like a new man even though I will have to learn how to walk properly all over again. These limericks are always humorous as they were written by children for children and they’re all extremely well done. These are rated G and are safe for children.
By Marion Swinger
An unfortunate schoolboy named Pete
Had extremely malodorous feet.
If he waggled one sock,
The olfactory shock
Could empty the average street!
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By Rebecca Telford
There was a brown dog named Spot
Who tied up his tail with a knot,
To remember his bone
Which he’d left back at home
When he sometimes went out for a trot.
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By John Hegley
There once was an organic leek
That had managed to learn how to speak.
At the sight of a knife,
It would fear for its life,
And go: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!
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By Catherine Osborne
There was an old fellow from Pinner
Whose wife became thinner and thinner.
He told her, “My dear,
You’ll soon disappear,
Stop slimming, start eating your dinner!”
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ENJOY !
I thought today I would take a different approach to limericks. I like posting them in categories like children’s limericks, medical limericks and of course the more interesting, body part limericks. So, I want to step away from all of those categories today and share a few called Limericks about Limericks. Here we go.
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A limerick tells of a scene
Which often is crude or obscene.
But, if smut’s what you’re after
To bring about laughter,
Then tough, because this one is clean!
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A limerick writer named Fred
Composed much of his work in his bed.
His poor wife declared
That she wouldn’t have cared,
But he tapped out the beat on her head!
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No matter how grouchy you’re feeling,
You’ll find that a limerick’s quite healing.
It grows in a wreath
All around the front teeth,
Thus, preserving the face from congealing.
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There was an anthologist who
Has decided that nought is taboo.
Her words are so rude,
And her versus so lewd,
I’m sure they’d be appealing to you.
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THE WEEKEND IS IN SIGHT
