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Jack Turner Feb 2012
There once was a ***** from Garden Grove.
I wanted to see how she rode,
But when she straddled high
Her boyfriend came by,
And all she could say was "Oh my".
jerely Aug 2013
There once was a girl named Dream
She fell on a tree with sour cream
A dull on her face
That she can't erase
Look out there! And you'll find it's him
My first limmerick poet
Pattern:
8 syllables in first and second line with rhyme
5 syllables in third and fourth line with ryhme
8 syllables in last line with rhyme to first &
second line



August 31,2013
Dorothy A  Feb 2017
Limmerick
Dorothy A Feb 2017
I wsih to write a limerick that's fine
But I'm gettin nowhere, line by line
In fact, it *****
I want to rip it up
But maybe more will come to mind :-(
Brent Jun 2016
Disclaimer: work is purely fictional. it's kind of ******/macabre and very dark. It's a very dark limmerick. So, that's that. This is not real, to just make things clear. Haha. Don't know how I thought of this but... yeah.



Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
With a smile on my face
Their faces were a disgrace
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Their limbs now scattered
Their eyes have watered
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Feasted on their fears
Quenched thirst thru their tears
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Once all of them dead
I bathe in crimson red
On the last day of my friends
Disclaimer: work is purely fictional. it's kind of ******/macabre and very dark. It's a very dark limmerick. So, that's that. This is not real, to just make things clear. Haha. Don't know how I thought of this but... yeah.
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2015
oi ******* leprechaun sing me a ******* limmerick to make me ache for gold and feel happy about it! oh no, wait... here comes the ***** f@ck with real **** and real tiaras you won't mind but mind the censoring of the words; lucky you.*

i began to realise that western free society
died, when a neighbour held more
authority over my free-expression
in what i did express: lament,
by calling the authorities of the state
to take me to a hospital barefooted
and without a key to the front door,
who said: your lamenting is un-acceptable,
i will not have it, i will have your plot
of land of the english garden...
and she said... she momentarily made me
homeless, she was allowed the power to
have the authorities enter my ownership
and usurp my ownership of it...
i would have wept and gone to sleep,
instead she forced me to be taken to a hospital...
the ******* *****... i didn't want to go there...
i'd receive more sympathy in iraq to be honest
to be simply left alone and expressive,
rather than told to be inquired by the police,
breaking a window to re-enter my own abode
for a good night's sleep... while domestic violence
has risen to a 30% increase...
god take me elsewhere from these idiots.
no wonder so many divorces.... prenupital arrangements...
i'd sign one on the first date had i been given a chance
to make english virginity into functual *******
guided by the celtic blanket of politics.

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