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"Limericks"

The Limerick may be the lowest form of poetry, but they're great fun and fantastic for teaching children how to get a start in writing poems and understanding rhyme.

Here are some of my favorite (plus a few of my own)

There was an old man from Darjeeling
Who travelled from London to Ealing
It said on the door,
'Please don't spit on the floor'
So he carefully spat on the ceiling.


There was a young lady of Lynn,
Who was so uncommonly thin,
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade,
She slipped through the straw and fell in.

There was a young person named Ned
Who dined before going to bed,
On lobster and ham
And salad and jam,
And when he awoke he was dead.

There was a young man of Devizes,
Whose ears were of different sizes;
One was quite small,
And of no use at all,
But the other was huge and won prizes.


And now mine...

There was a young man named Snuggly,
Who danced with girls that were ugly,
When the lights came on
He saw he'd done wrong,
And always exclaimed 'bugg@r me!'

There was a young man name of Grix
Who could do with words lots of tricks,
He'd write on the spot,
And get praised quite a lot
He's been doing it since he was six.


Anyone else?

pb wrote:
> Who travelled from London to Ealing

I live in Ealing. It's crap. :-)

There was a young lad named Vlad
Whom some believed to be totally mad
He'd impale people on poles
they'd end up full of holes
his parents passed it off as a fad.

There was a bloke called AfroJoe
Who shacked up with a dirty ho
She gave him STD's
He fell to his knees
And began shouting "No, No, No!"

There was young man, namely pb
Who desperately needed a pee-pee
He peed off a bridge
it feel into a fridge
And got drank by his great aunt mi-mi

The Limerick may be the lowest form of poetry, but they're great fun and fantastic for teaching children how to get a start in writing poems and understanding rhyme.

Here are some of my favorite (plus a few of my own)

There was an old man from Darjeeling
Who travelled from London to Ealing
It said on the door,
'Please don't spit on the floor'
So he carefully spat on the ceiling.


There was a young lady of Lynn,
Who was so uncommonly thin,
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade,
She slipped through the straw and fell in.

There was a young person named Ned
Who dined before going to bed,
On lobster and ham
And salad and jam,
And when he awoke he was dead.

There was a young man of Devizes,
Whose ears were of different sizes;
One was quite small,
And of no use at all,
But the other was huge and won prizes.


And now mine...

There was a young man named Snuggly,
Who danced with girls that were ugly,
When the lights came on
He saw he'd done wrong,
And always exclaimed 'bugg@r me!'

There was a young man name of Grix
Who could do with words lots of tricks,
He'd write on the spot,
And get praised quite a lot
He's been doing it since he was six.


Anyone else?