How to write a limerick | UncommonGoods

February 11, 2013


  • Reply Laura Bortnick February 15, 2013 at 10:58 am

    Liquid comfort is held thoughtfully within
    Hot or cold, refreshing yes, but he won’t sin
    He’ll scowl with delight
    Yet he won’t take a bite
    Of the goodies you’ve stored above his chin

  • Reply Kelly Tierney February 21, 2013 at 5:12 pm

    I apologize if I misunderstood and put my limericks in the wrong place. I am resubmitting them here just in case.

    What time does a butterfly leave its cocoon?
    Does the time matter if it’s shaped like the moon?
    Tick, tock, until the metamorphosis takes place.
    Until then let the hands take their place.

  • Reply Kelly Tierney February 21, 2013 at 5:13 pm

    Hoot, hoot, says the owl by the moon,
    with it’s head covered in an umbrella shaped like a balloon.
    Catch a glimpse of the seeds at the base of its feet,
    it will be waiting for the early birds at sunrise to eat.

  • Reply Kelly Tierney February 21, 2013 at 5:18 pm

    Three shades of brown colored like the earth,
    what do you imagine could be their worth?
    A weaving pattern fits comfortably around your wrist,
    just look at how they’ve got themselves in a twist!

  • Reply doris nelson February 22, 2013 at 12:25 am

    there once was a trinity of trees,
    the lumberjack needed all three,
    he chpped down them all
    he watched them all fall
    and bracelets fell out out of the three

  • Reply Mark Irwin Sr. February 22, 2013 at 10:11 am

    I had a friend. I loaned him ten.
    I haven’t seen my friend since then.
    For another friend I signed a note.
    He disappeared. That got my goat.
    To another friend I loaned a five.
    I doubt that he is still alive.
    I realize that in the end,
    I cannot trust my own best friends.

  • Reply J. R. Blas February 22, 2013 at 1:25 pm

    There is a three-wooded bangle
    That presents itself as a tangle.
    It shows with class, though,
    By shouting with gusto,
    “I’m high-style from every angle!”

  • Reply J. R. Blas February 22, 2013 at 1:47 pm

    Yo, birdies come feast on my seed.
    I have plenty to share if you need —
    A roof over head,
    A firm perch for a bed,
    And a night owl to guard while you’re treed.

  • Reply Terrie Tully February 22, 2013 at 2:37 pm

    A bracelet as fine as can be.
    Made from the bark of a tree.
    It’s woven together
    Still light as a feather
    The colors, a beautiful three.

  • Reply J. R. Blas February 22, 2013 at 2:42 pm

    Perhaps it is true what they say —
    That time “flies” when it’s gone from our day.
    This clock’s is showing
    What we should be knowing —
    That butterflies capture it for play.

  • Reply J. R. Blas February 22, 2013 at 3:11 pm

    Meet our four hefty stoneware mugs,
    Whose stern faces could out-tough some thugs’.
    That’s ’cause they’re strong guys,
    Who, both handy and wise,
    Store treats below the drinks ready for chugs.

  • Reply Phyllis Briskman February 26, 2013 at 10:52 am

    An artist got lost in the mist
    When his walking stick started to twist
    Idea came for three woods
    Now at Uncommon Goods
    Of trinity braid for the wrist

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