Here is a cute little limerick by William Jay Smith. Enjoy!
An old man from Okefenokee
Liked to sing in a most dismal low key;
He would perch on a log
And boom like a frog
Through the dark swamp of Okefenokee.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is a cute little limerick by an anonymous author. Enjoy!
A thrifty young fellow of Shoreham
Made brown paper trousers and woreham;
He looked nice and neat
Till he bent in the street
To pick up a pin; then he toreham.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is a cute little limerick by N.M. Bodecker. Enjoy!
An indignant young person in Spain,
Looked out at a gray, grimy rain
And cried: “Will you clear!
Who told you to come here?
You horrible Old English Rain.”
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is a cute little limerick by an anonymous author. Enjoy!
There was a young lady of Crete,
Who was so exceedingly neat,
When she got out of bed
She stood on her head,
To make sure of not soiling her feet.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is a cute little limerick by N.M. Bodecker. Enjoy!
A school bus driver from Deering
Disconcertingly kept disappearing:
He would head for Cape May,
But end up in Bombay
— because something was wrong with the steering.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is a cute little limerick by Gelett Burgess. Enjoy!
I’d rather have fingers than toes;
I’d rather have ears than a nose;
And as for my hair
I’m glad that it’s there.
I’ll be awfully sad when it goes.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is a wonderful limerick by William Jay Smith. Enjoy!
There was a young lady named Rose
Who was constantly blowing her nose;
Because of this failing
They sent her off whaling
So the whalers could say: “Thar she blows!”
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is a wonderful limerick by Anthony Euwer. Enjoy!
No matter how grouchy you’re feeling,
You’ll find the smile more or less healing.
It grows in a wreath
All around the front teeth —
Thus preserving the face from congealing.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is another wonderful limerick. Enjoy!
There was an old man of Blackheath
Who sate on his set of false teeth.
Said he, with a start,
“O Lord, bless my heart!
I’ve bitten myself underneath.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
Here is another wonderful limerick. Enjoy!
There was a small maiden named Maggie,
Whose dog was enormous and shaggy,
The front end of him
Looked vicious and grim —
But the tail end was friendly and waggy.
Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains…Lots of Limericks (selected by Myra Cohn Livingston)
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