Laughing Along With A Limerick

Happy Monday to you all. Here’s your new limerick challenge. Your word is

SCREAM

Last week’s prompt was CAPE. There were some very enjoyable limericks:

Richmond Road:

My hero was wearing a cape
Which regrettably failed to drape
Those thingies down there
Thanks to poor underwear
An image I just can’t escape.

Frank Hubeny:

With a cape, funny clothes, I will fly
doing good as the bad guys go by.
Some will change. Some will not.
Some get burned. Some have got
nary one good excuse not to cry.

Keith Edgar Channing:

While folk in their finest apparel
Offered many a fine Yuletide carol,
I drank of the grape,
Wrapped myself in a cape
And sang aloud, “Roll Out The Barrel”.

Fandango:

Oops

There once was a fellow named Tate
Who fancied himself simply great
He wore a red cape
But tripped on a drape
And flew face-first into a crate

Ruth Blogs Here:

In-Cape-Able

With my ‘Supergirl’ cape in the wash
And a headache I’m trying to quash
Find today quite a struggle
So much life crap to juggle –
Have to keep myself going? What tosh!

Need some quiet time out just to rest
Let today go to hell, that feels best
All life’s problems can keep –
Once I’ve had a good sleep
I’ll be back with that ‘S’ on my chest…

Graeme Sandford:

Hanging by the thread of a rope,
I was clinging to something called hope;
then catastrophe struck,
I ran out of luck,
but I hope with my loss you can cope.

-

Whilst listening to Julian Cope,
in the shower I misplaced my soap,
it lodged in my eye,
and that made me cry,
but as for teardrops exploding… well, nope!

Susan Batten:

The man that I met wore a cape,
and I had one in just the same shape,
He thought we were a match –
I preferred to detach –
it was clear there would be no escape.

The Limerick Guy:

Famously superhero attire
And a costume for a circus high flyer,
A cape has cache,
But I have to say…
My favorite style – vampire

Cathy Cade:

and a Pointy Hat

There was a young mum who was feared
by kids’ friends when sometimes she appeared
as a dark pointy shape
with a broomstick and cape.
Her kids never got bullied or jeered.

The Bag Lady:

The actor could not fix the drape
A custom-made Dracula cape
The fabric stubbornly stayed
The way it was wrongly made
Said, “I told you to use the crepe!”

Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner:

A crusader who wore a black cape
Felt he was not in great shape
Always out of breath
And feeling like death
He vowed to get back into shape

Silly Frog’s Blog:

Fashion Faux Pas

Since Superman donned his first fashionable cape,
Worn rocketing across the Metropolis cityscape.
The true marvel in each case
Was keeping it out of his face.
No doubt he made good use of duck* tape.

The Afterlove Voice:

There once was a hero with a cape,
Who dreamed of a daring escape.
He leapt from a chair,
With flair in the air,
But tripped on his own flowing drape.

Cee Tee Jackson:

Batman goes Chic

Dick Grayson, who liked a jolly good jape,
Cut thirty-six inches off Batman’s long cape.
Rogues of Gotham City
Offered no words of pity,
As they now had a good chance of escape.

Lisa A Paul:

The Boy with the Cape

There once was a boy with a cape,
well, really just paper and tape,
but it gave him his power
to leap from high towers
well, really just jump over a grape

John W. Howell:

There once was a guy with a shape
That totally resembled a grape.
Although he tried hard
To dress like the bard
The back of his cape was agape.

Murray Clarke:

Once I dreamt I was Superman wearing a cape
Whilst standing on one leg eating a crepe.
Now that, you must agree, is extremely silly -
Especially if I told you my real name is Billy
And, as you can see, I'm not in good shape!

Pensitivity101:

A cape suggested class
So he wove one out of grass,
But he forgot about ants
Running around in his pants
Where they became a pain in the a**!

Rall:

she had always wanted a cape
alas it wasn’t her fate
he said he couldn’t afford one
sorry not this year hon
got too much on my plate

Pictures Imperfect Blog:

Two Oceans

There once was a young man from the Cape
Who worked very hard to stay in shape.
He kept in perpetual motion
Running from ocean to ocean
Ending after 56 k at the finishing tape.

Cindy Geogakas:

My dog Duke has 2 left feet
and will do anything for a treat
He tripped on a rock and cut his toe
and oh how the blood did flow
Now the cone of shame keeps him in his seat

A Dog Paddling Through Life:

A Batman Limerick

Every morning it’s coffee and bran,
wash my face, brush my teeth and hair then
don my tactical suit
and my cape, lace my boot,
because, bitches, I am Batman!

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

“Caped crusader” said a news headline
Is now in a serious condition, in decline.
He had no hope
He’s an overweight dope
Big, scruffy, mottled, what a weird feline

Kim Smyth:

My son wore a Superman cape
And planned his next great escape
He ran down the hall
His brother to maul
But was stopped by a door blocked with tape!

K Morris Poet:

Being fond of a jolly jape
I stole Count Dracula’s clean cape.
A ghoul called Nool
Called me a fool,
But I made my daring escape!

Teleportingweena:

There was a big hairy ape
Who could crush your head like a grape
But instead of being mean
He just wanted to be seen
Wearing a superhero cape

Tony:

The cape,
Under the cape, the night breathes,
a shiver glides without telling each other.
The fabric keeps and betrays both
what guesses, trembling, your emotion.

Nothing is given up, everything calls,
in the warm shadow where you stagger.
And the desire, stronger to be veiled,
is born from what refuses to reveal itself.

Poetisinta:

Superhero?

There once was a duck called Super Drake,
Who wore a fancy gold cape,
He'd soar with a quack,
But zoom and loop back,
And his landings were never in great shape!

Therapy Bits:

I am a Superhero!

There once was a hero with cape,
Whose enemies simply couldn’t escape.
He’d swoop through the sky,
With a wink and a cry,
Saving the day in dramatic shape.

The Elephant’s Trunk:

Little Girl Blue

My costume held all of my dreams,
the most fanciful and improbable schemes.
But it lost all its magic
and the ending was tragic
when my cape fell apart at the seams!

John:

A dagger wielding spy will always wear a cloak

And its impossible to tell, if beneath a burka it’s a woman or a bloke

The peasant who is poor, about her shoulders a shawl will drape

But only nurses and superman can really wear a cape

Dawgy Daddy Responds:

You walk into the room wearing a Wonder Woman cape
My eyes bugged out thinking this night was going to be great
The games that we played up to dawn kept us feeling so right
The exercise we had left our muscles feeling worn and tight
I didn’t realize you were putting all of this on a video tape

Treehugger:

The young man was desperate for a vape,
So he hid himself under a cape.
As the smoke overwhelmed him,
His face was looking pretty grim,
Cape was in knots, he couldn’t escape.

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Image quotes: Pinterest

15 responses to “Laughing Along With A Limerick”

  1. nikidaly70 Avatar
    nikidaly70

    I woke from my dream with a scream
    Some great oaf had nicked my ice-cream
    He then had the nerve
    To practise his serve
    So it landed with a plop in the stream!

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    1. That’s just rude 😂

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    dutifullydeer6ab803ea0e

    Hello Esther,

    Here’s a limerick for you:

    “I scream is such wonderful stuff, but it runs down your arm to your cuff. Though you try to stay clean, you can feel where it’s been. Lick your hands, but that isn’t enough.”

    Best, Susan ” ________________________________

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    1. Very clever, Susan.

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  3. Trying To Scream In A Dream

    Though I thought it might help if I’d scream,
    but caught as I was in a dream
    a scream couldn’t come out,
    no, not even a shout,
    and right now I’ve forgotten that dream.

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    1. I’ve had a few of those. Thank you, Frank.

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  5. Bonjour Esther,
    J’espère que tout va bien pour toi et que ta santé est bonne.

    In English but I’m not sure of the literary meaning, forgive me, I don’t want to neglect the English language Esther.

    What Lord Byron is said to have said …

    I loved you without rest, without forgiveness,
    like a fault that the soul refuses to undo.
    And in the silence where your absence condemns me,
    I have this useless tumult left,
    this need to scream your name at night,
    no, to make you come back,
    but so that the world knows
    that I burned without a witness.

    Ce que Lord Byron aurait dit :
    En Français…

    Je t’ai aimée sans repos, sans pardon,
    comme une faute que l’âme refuse d’effacer.
    Et dans le silence où ton absence me condamne,
    il me reste ce tumulte inutile,
    ce besoin de crier ton nom à la nuit,
    non pour que tu reviennes,
    mais pour que le monde sache
    que j’ai brûlé sans témoin.

    Bonne soirée Esther, et prends soin de toi.
    Tony

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    1. Merci beaucoup! Vous écrivez si bien en anglais et en français. Passez une excellente soirée.

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      1. C’est très gentil Esther, mais je me fais aider par un traducteur pour ne pas faire d’erreur de tournure de phrase. C’est important pour moi de respecter le sens de mes émotions…🙏🙂

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      2. Je comprends que vous fassiez cela. C’est important. ❤️

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  7. Here’s my entry 💜

    SCREAM

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