Limerick contest products | UncommonGoods

February 13, 2013

7 Comments

  • Reply Dharti February 13, 2013 at 5:37 pm

    A cuff that’s organic and pretty
    Deserves a fitting ditty
    Wooden waves weaving in and out
    Wear it to work or out and about
    It’s a beautiful piece called trinity.

    Butterflies flying out of this clock
    Will remind you to take stock
    Of time as it flies
    Like fluttering butterflies
    Or you’ll be left running amok

    Spiky the owl guards bird feed
    Sitting watch on all sorts of seed
    The handcrafted night owl
    Will chase away your scowl
    And brighten up your porch indeed

    Whatever you like, coffee or tea
    Is incomplete without a munchie
    This mug on a mug
    Will let you be smug
    As you carry both together like a smart cookie

  • Reply michael shoffner February 13, 2013 at 5:50 pm

    limericks are 1 Here I sit all woven and twisted, I really need to be worn and wristed
    2. Time was when I was a larve, But I got my wings and I’ll fly away cause I’m about to starvie
    3, I’m better than a cookie jar ’cause I can see, one of us is talking with their mouth full and it ain’t me
    4. I’m a wise old owl and I got a hunch, you want to fly over and eat some lunch

  • Reply Lauren Henry February 14, 2013 at 1:34 pm

    Ok, here’s one for each:

    Dark wood finally got up the nerve
    To dance with the light wooded curve
    They braided and weaved
    Until they conceived
    A medium wood colored swerve

    The mug was in quite a funk
    He needed some cookies to dunk
    His mouth opened to yell
    Then silence, it fell
    Stifled by chocolate chip chunk

    The clock stopped ten minutes past ten
    It couldn’t get started again
    The red hand swept away
    Butterflies who did play
    Who flew off to the clock in the den

    While the owl preferred to eat mice
    She decided to forgo her vice
    She perched in the seeds
    To help other bird’s needs
    And give them her wisest advice

  • Reply Lauren Henry February 14, 2013 at 2:45 pm

    One more time with the clock one:

    The clock stopped ten minutes past ten
    And couldn’t get started again
    The red hand swept away
    Butterflies who did play
    Off they flew to the clock in the den

  • Reply Nikki Morell February 15, 2013 at 9:38 am

    For those sad mugs we Seattlites SO identify with right now:

    Two mugs went all out with a HOLLA
    But all they could do is la LA la,
    As try as they might,
    Their faces pulled tight,
    They paid that forced toll of a dolla!

  • Reply Nikki Morell February 15, 2013 at 9:55 am

    Alas,to that dear,unique clock!
    The dark clock’s life hung in the balance,
    To him,there was only left ONE chance,
    To escape in the night,
    Butterflies moving right,
    Thus,concealed behind veiled circumstance.

  • Reply Amy Broderick February 21, 2013 at 11:41 pm

    There once was a girl in lace
    Who drank ou’a cup with a face
    Give me a treat
    And my tea to heat
    Now make it two, at a fast pace.

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