A limerick is a kind of a witty, humorous, or nonsense poem, especially one in five-line anapestic or amphibrachic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (AABBA), which is sometimes obscene with humorous intent.
Note: Limericks tend to have a higher incidence of “dirty” or obscene content.
- The Best Limericks of All Time
Includes a brief history of the limerick
- Examples of Limerick: Poetry through the Ages
Limerick expert Don Marquis identified three types of limericks: “limericks to be told when ladies are present; limericks to be told when ladies are absent but clergymen are present; and LIMERICKS.”
- Classroom Resources: Limerick Factory
Make your own limerick by choosing phrases from dropdown menus
- Limerick: Poetic Form
from the Academy of American Poets
Good clean fun from BrownieLocks.
- Loony Limericks
Loony Limericks has collected over 1000 limericks submitted by web surfers over the last nine years. Limericks are sorted into three categories: Favorites, Naughty for mature audiences, and Nice for everybody to enjoy.
- Limerick Poems
A small collection of limericks
The limerick packs laughs anatomical
In space that is quite economical.
But the good ones I’ve seen
So seldom are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.
A preoccupied vegan named Hugh
Picked up the wrong sandwich to chew.
He took a big bite
before spitting, in fright,
“OMG, WTF, BBQ!”
There was an old man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
His daughter, called Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
‘Tis a favourite project of mine,
A new value of pi to assign.
I would fix it at 3,
For it’s simpler, you see,
Than 3 point 1 4 1 5 9
There once was a man from Japan
Whose limericks just didn’t scan.
When asked why this was,
he answered, “Because
I always try to cram as many syllables into the very last line as I possibly can.”
There once was a glorious cake.
The sight of it made my heart ache.
I ate the last slice,
my heart turned to ice,
So now a new cake I must bake.
A dying mosquito exclaimed,
“A chemist has poisoned my brain!”
The cause of his sorrow
The limerick is never averse
To expressing itself in a terse
And yet, all the while
The limerick is always a verse.
There once was a farmer from Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
It soon came to pass
He was covered with grass
But has all the tomatoes he needs!
There once was a man from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke with a fright
In the middle of the night
To find that his dream had come true.
A very sad poet was Jenny.
Her limericks weren’t worth a penny.
In technique they were sound,
Yet somehow she found
Whenever she tried to write any
She always wrote one line too many.
If you catch a Chinchilla in Chile
And cut off its beard, willy-nilly,
You can honestly say
That you have just made
A Chilean Chinchilla’s chin chilly!
There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim’ricks all
Look’d like haiku. He
Said with a laugh “I
Cut them in half, the pay is
Much better for two.”