#limerickchallenge

[fakesurprise]

O prompt, you ask for a limerick As if they can be written quick Each must have a joke That is not quite rote And a rude line so very slick

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

She didn’t hear the tune.

There once was a wolf with silver fangs.

Who, during every hunt, stalked and sang.

“My prey shall slay these hunger pangs.”

Tonight he stalked a doe so sweet.

Her hinds were tender, juicy meat.

With each step, he held a breath, and licked his lips of drool.

She noticed not her hunter, she noticed not her doom.

He lunged and plunged his silver fangs into that precious fool.

Now with fangs of crimson red, and a belly full of doe.

This wolf who sings of feasting self, returns to shadows fro.

[maxaaron]

There once was a woman from Cork, expecting a gift from the stork. Her good friend from Bangor suggested a hanger and not a King Triton-esque fork.

[definegodliness]

I kissed a girl from Tipperary whose lips tasted just like strawberry, her apple-like ass I just couldn't pass, so I popped her second cherry.

[lettersfromthenorthofengland]

Letter 97

A writer was sat in a bath, he wasn’t quite Sylvia Plath, because when he wrote, it was merely a note, to tell everybody else to laugh.

[definegodliness]

A fellow named Jamie merely loved his sis ever so dearly, he'd tap her ass flat before paying his debt, I'd say he's a Lannister, clearly.

[pomegranatepithos]

Fancy

There once was girl from Cali Whose homework caused her to dally. And while she put ‘cock’ in a limerick, The other ‘c’ word was too slick. So she called it the Lily of the Valley.

LKT © 2016

[stillnotwritingtolstoy]

Up Croagh Padraig once went a monk Who made the snakes all do a bunk We remember him dearly We celebrate yearly And plenty of Guinness gets sunk