The kid in me has always loved a limerick. And why not? What’s not to like? The cadence is fun, the rhyming is satisfying, and the message is usually just silly or funny in some kind of way.
Actually, I have been obsessed with the Irish and their lyrical, poetic ways for years. I hope to someday see the Emerald Isle firsthand. Maybe I will even make it to the town of Limerick itself, just to see if that’s how people there talk to one another.
But since I cannot get to Limerick at the moment, I will bring Limerick to me.
Before we begin, let’s get a working definition. Here is the wikipedia truth of it:
A limerick is a five-line poem in anapestic or amphibrachic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (aabba), which intends to be witty or humorous, and is sometimes obscene with humorous intent.
So…
Without further adieu I now give to you I won’t even rehearse; I’ll just throw out a verse A Texas Limerick or two.I hope you have half as much fun reading them as I did writing them.
Lone Star Limericks
Role Reversal
If I were you and you were me What sort of us would the two of us be? Would you see me the way I do? Who would I see when I looked at you, If I were you and you were me?The Ranchin Man Blues
There was an ol boy from Texas Who didn’t know where the Metroplex is. He sat under a branch Near a pond on his ranch While his wife drove away in a Lexus.What Not To Do While in Labor
There was a feller from Fort Worth Whose momma died in childbirth; Or so he was told, But when he was old He learned that she choked on a Bratwurst.Abilene, Abiline
There was an ol boy from Abilene Who swore it was the prettiest town he’d ever seen. Then one fine Summer day He just moved away And he never went back there again.Native Son
There was a young fellow from Palestine, Which in Texas rhymes with Abilene. He wasn’t holy, But was rather moley, And had holes in the knees of his blue jeans.Back When
There was a time back when I thought you were my friend. But that was your face, Which now in its place I see your other end.What’s In a Name
There was a boy named Sue Whose name was a fine how-ya-do. It got him in fights, And kept him up nights: What else would a name like that do?The Wade Phillips Era
There was a coach named Wade Whose welcome was over-stayed. The Crowd would have sacked him, But the owner still backed him, Til the final egg was laid.Rhyme and Reason
There was a point in time When I thought every poem should rhyme. But I’m over that; I see where it’s at. This rhymin ain’t worth a dime.The end
OK, now it is your turn. Feel free to use the comments section to this article to share your Limerick or two.
Red Head
A head coach before his time
ahead of the soliciting line
the first order of biz was to clean up the mess
and straighten everybody's tie.
My recent post Spur
LOL. Nice, Rob. (But I am personally excited about the RHG. I think he has something and am hoping he works out.)
There once was a man named GeneAs a blogger one of the best seen
In reports from the bleachers
He was adept at teaching teachers
with limericks that are quite keen
Leonard,
I am honored by your poetic tribute. Haha.
Soooooo funny. I loved “What not do do in Labor.”
Thanks!
Very clever – I've written some in the past – now I will have to look for them!
Do! I would love to see them.
Cindy,
I like your blog and am adding it to my blogroll. Would be honored if you wanted to reciprocate.