As a lover of poetry, I’ve always enjoyed trying different poetic forms. A few years back, I experimented with limerick poetry and wrote two limericks. Recently, I returned to them to do some editing and rereading—and while revisiting them, I ended up writing a new one.
I like them well enough. They may not be masterpieces, but they were fun and interesting to write. Below are a few limerick poems I’ve written.
A Man Named Fernand
There once was a man named Fernand,
Who was blue-eyed and had only one hand.
He smiled with crooked teeth,
On his neck hung a wreath,
As he laid his head down on the land.
A Woman Sits on a Horse
A woman sits on a horse, sings a song,
She sings it quite badly—too loudly, too long.
The horse runs in circles,
Then leaps over hurdles,
She falls off, hits her head—something’s wrong.
In Bed with Her Ex
She ended up in bed with her ex,
He bragged with his rod as a flex.
He claimed he was best,
But had much to confess—
He wasn’t as good as the next.
Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. Do you like limerick poetry? If so, write one below—I’d love to see what you come up with. Let’s laugh at being absurd together.
C. N. Garraway 
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