Daily Dose Limerick

Your Daily Dose…

  • Leaves on the Line

    A commuter was heard to opine,

    “It’s leaves on the line: every time!

    We’re late once again,

    In the drizzle and rain,

    In Britain, trains are late by design!”

  • Little Monsters

    Trick or treat, I heard through the door,

    Tiny monsters cried, “Sweets! We want more!”

    With a laugh and a shout,

    I gave the sweets out out,

    And they vanished like ghosts from my floor.

  • Witch

    A witch on her broom took to flight,

    Through thunder and terrible light,

    She cackled with glee,

    O’er the dark, haunted sea,

    Then vanished deep into the night.

  • Little Ships

    Bent like crowbars are the sails,

    Suffering through winds and gales,

    They battle through foam,

    So far from home,

    Crossing the horizon as daylight pales.

  • Mean Tone

    I sat down to play my harpsichord,

    But the tuning I gravely deplored,

    When halfway through Purcell,

    I ended my rehearsal:

    Ill-tempered and wholly abhorred

  • /ˌbiː biː ˈsiː/

    This is the News, from the BBC,

    Delivered in flawless RP,

    With headlines concise,

    And diction precise,

    It’s as English as English can be.

  • A Limerick written at 0048hrs

    Tyne, Dogger, Wight, Sole, Cromarty;

    Forties, Fisher, Fastnet, and Bailey;

    Plymouth, Trafalgar;

    Rockall and Humber;

    Forth, Hebrides and Irish Sea.

  • Toothless

    There was an old vampire from Kent,

    Whose dentures caused endless torment.

    But once at midnight,

    He lost his bite,

    and now drinks through a straw in lament!

  • Moonshine

    The moon through the mist casts her beam,

    On pumpkins that eerily gleam.

    The shadows take flight,

    Through All Hallows’ night,

    And dance in a cold, silver dream.

  • Cuppa

    A mug of tea is all I ask,

    To soften the day’s weary task.

    As rain taps the pane,

    In soft, steady strain,

    I sit in the warmth of my flask.