There once was a man who loved gold
In good times he'd been proud and bold
But hard times came along
And it was not long
Before he was left out in the cold
There's a kitty in these parts named Meow
She takes care of her mistress and how
Puss'n Boots notwithstanding
Meow's far more outstanding
She's the best in the land I'll avow
A fellow I know named Bayrock
In the church he intoned "Like a Rock"
The guys were jealous
The gals incredulous
And the pastor gave him his best frock
(And the pastor made him head of his flock)
There once was a lady named Kate
One day she was late for her date
It was on the ice
It would have been nice
If only Kate had known how to skate
A cop by the name of Adam
One day arrested a madam
When she asked him why
He was rather shy
And looked down at the macadam
There once was a lady from France
Who wanted to find true romance
She made herself pretty
Made the finest spaghetti
But sadly not a man took the chance
There once was a fellow named Mork
He lived in the city of York
He was strange in some ways
In the park he would graze
Until he'd fly off like a stork
There once was a drinker of beer
Who had a bit too much cheer
He fell off his stool
He felt like a fool
And wished he were in Zaire
There once was a lad named Patrice
Who wanted to travel to Nice
He did get to France
But by some quirk of chance
He ended up herding some geese
There once was a cool cat named Tom
He had a brother named Dom
From the back alleys
To the hills and valleys
Tom and Dom always thought of their mom
There once was a poet named Regis,
Fond of writing lim'ricks most egregious
We'd laugh and we'd chuckle,
Our knees they would buckle
At the end of his verse so mischie'vious.
These all seem to have a very strange twist to them. But then, I only have a look at the source. ;-) You leave me wondering just what service that kitty gave to her mistress? Or why a man with gold would be left out in the cold when gold was worth so much in hard times? Or why the lady from France would make spaghetti when it's in Italian dish? Or why a guy would be named Patrice?
There once was a man who was king
His words a huge smile they would bring
He wrote until dark
Always dead on the mark
And our hearts would be lighter than spring
I'm terrible at it, which is why YOU are King Regis of Limericks :) ~ Love and hugs, Elizabeth
REGIS, IT'S NEVER TOO EARLY NOR TOO LATE FOR YOUR WONDERFUL LIMERICKS
...THANK YOU FOR SHARING AND, AS ALWAYS, THEY WERE VERY MUCH ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
It is "cool cat Tom and his brother Dom" for my money Regis. Those guys have their heads screwed on straight. Thanks for providing me with a smile that I needed this day. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Love these, Regis! I really feel for the poor lass in France - couldn't Patrice have given it a whirl???!!!! Surely geese are no match for the finest spaghetti?! As for my name-sake, if she is anything like me she'd have ended up with more legs flying than a whirling Black Widow, so a Nice warm beach would have been much safer! :)) You are positively HEROIC at this form, Regis! xx
Another limerick just for me lol. You know they are not my cup tea mainly because flow seems off and I hate when flow is off in poetry. Perhaps it is just me and the flow is fine lol. I love the picture. Wherever did you find it? You always have such great pictures to go along with your poetry...
I needed to laugh....lol!!!! Thank you Regis for sharing your beautiful gift ! May Abba Father bless and frant to you His
continual favour upon your life !
Regis, thanks for the readings... At first, I'm reading along and said this does not make sense... Realized that after a few reads that this is a mosaic of verses... hehehe...
Stories Worth Wiping Your A** With
Whether you're making a deposit at the stank bank, dropping a return at the squat shop, or conducting a brown business meeting, these perfectly timed tales provide the literary fragrance your privacy deserves. F
Love ya!
Jane
Fond of writing lim'ricks most egregious
We'd laugh and we'd chuckle,
Our knees they would buckle
At the end of his verse so mischie'vious.
Chip Bergeron
Loved it. And for my rhymes, you simply ran out of time! Corny,huh?
Hugs,
Mary
Daniel
So many questions… So little time.
Ron
His words a huge smile they would bring
He wrote until dark
Always dead on the mark
And our hearts would be lighter than spring
I'm terrible at it, which is why YOU are King Regis of Limericks :) ~ Love and hugs, Elizabeth
...THANK YOU FOR SHARING AND, AS ALWAYS, THEY WERE VERY MUCH ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
You always sent these out on the very days I neeed a laugh most--thanks for that. Loved this but I love them all!!
all the best,
Micki
,
Peace
Tony
Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Rosie
Peace & Blessings,
Carolyn
from the sunshine of his mind!!
Lady Vivian
Axilea
Janna
Sheila
continual favour upon your life !
Much Love,
Margaret
Take care,
Sherry
Anna
Thank you for that ~
Blessings,
Christine