I’ve been working on a few limericks lately but I’ve found that the last line is the toughest to write. So for you are a few original 4-line line Limericks. I’m hoping they’ll bother you as much as they do me.
Two old men in matching pyjamas
Booked a holiday to the Bahamas.
Upon their arrival
They fought for survival
An airplane mechanic named Mike
Took a couple days off for a hike
An airplane came down
And killed his whole town
While resting his feet atop blorenge
Mackenzie peeled open an orange.
He tossed it away
For to his dismay
A limerick’s tricky to write
Without sounding hokey or trite.
The start isn’t tough
But then it gets rough
Annoying isn’t it?
In the comments below, please share either a four or five line limerick of your own invention or just your favourite limerick penned by another. And do try to keep it clean.
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Ok fine. I’ll leave you with my favourite limerick: all five lines of it.
There was an old bastard named Lenin
Who did three or four million men in.
‘Twas a lot to have done in
But where he did one in
That old bastard Stalin did ten in.