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Poem Details | by Judith Angell Meyer |
Categories: funny, imagination, song-

His funeral

That he planned his funeral is factual
And being a prankster quite actual
He prerecorded his voice
So when we kneeled on the joist
He said, "Hi there! Don't I look natural."


Poem Details | by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: funeral, funny, sports,

A golf limerick

While a man was golfing in Fife
a funeral cortege was arife,

       his head bowed in prayer
       at this somber affair

to pay last respects to his wife!

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, friend, heartbroken, lonely, loss, remember, sad,

Broken Hearted - JTAP

Our friendship here had only just started
then you left me alone, broken hearted
you're gone but not forgotten
now life it seems so rotten
ever since the sad day you departed.



We miss you, Chan :)



This was my sadder take on the "poet who broke my heart" contest theme.






Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: satiredeath, death,

Death Row Blues

He’d spent nearly a decade on death row
Praying for appeals that were not bestowed
     Had a solid alibi
     One the courts would just not buy
A death sentence he’d have to undergo
 
DNA exam proved him no killer
But there’s a sad angle to this thriller
     Tests performed posthumously
     Executioners agree
Evidence came too late; what a chiller!
 


*For Miranda’s “Behind Bars Blues” contest



Poem Details | by Gert W. Knop |
Categories: death

The Chap of the Zoo

There was once a chap of a zoological crew
And he got always plenty to do
One day he was prey
Nothing else more to say
So ended the fellow's life in the zoo


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: funeral, snow,

Unbearable Paul

There once was a snowman named Paul
Quite sadly he had a great fall
When he landed on his head
They thought for sure he was dead
Paul Bearers they started to call


Rich the Ball Bearer

There once was a snow man named Rich
He wore no clothing not a stitch
His snow balls were big and round
yet they were not easily found
Can you help poor rich scratch his itch? 

Note: No snow men or women were harmed in the writing of these poems.
         Mind you it is possible that balls might have been scratched.


December 30th, 2017

For Eve Roper’s Upside Down World Contest

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: clothes, death, irony, snow,

AS I WAS WALKING IN THE SNOW


When out walking it started to snow I’d forgotten to take my chapeau With nothing on my head Got frozen, soon lay dead Hypothermia killed me you know! As I was out walking in the snow contest Sponsored by Kevin shaw Dark humour for the contest 2/16/18

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Died Being A Miner and More

Died Being A Miner

Ate great chowder in crowded diner;
Then we had sailed on a lovely liner;
Life would end;
To heaven send;
He did die digging coal being a miner.

Jim Horn


Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: death, sea,

A Serious Tsunami


A Serious Tsunami Astir the divining of earth. The sea is alive and gives birth.
The sand gives a sigh And waves are so high. The beaches all filled up with dearth.
A freak — oh its mock and its girth. The tsunami cursed all its worth.
Some beachcombers die, As rest of them cry. The island deprived of its mirth.
7/30/2019 Two Sea Themed Limericks Poetry Contest Sponsor - Tania Kitchin Syllables checked on howmanysyllables.com 8/8/5/5/8

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: death, health,

No Account People

A pandemic common occurrence:
Losing one's job and health insurance!
The hospital count*
Continues to mount
Morticians wonder who is the dunce?

* People without an income nor
health insurance die at home or in the
street, not in hospitals!

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: football, humor, sports,

Eulogy for a Quarterback's Reputation

We're angry!  What sports fan can blame us?

There hasn't been one loss for Jameis

     But off-the-field ruckus

     Makes sportscasters muck us

Once famous, now Jameis just shames us






*Written about former FSU quarterback Jameis Winston's run ins with the law.

Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories: death, husband, lost love, satire

Ten Little Indians

You perfected your lies to an art.
You succeeded in breaking my heart.
I shed not one tear,
for the hour is near,
when arsenic will keep us apart.

Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: death, funny,

Death and Taxes

 To the earth below my end commences
 and have committed life's last offences.
   Oh not even death will save
   me from taxes in the grave...
 and now I can't deduct living expenses!



                  August 2014





Poem Details | by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: funny,

Epitaph of a run-away bride

Here lies a woman of hedonist fame,
her Je ne sais quoi had no restrain.
Any man who proposed
found her not so disposed
and never could find her again!









*










Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: age, conflict, courage, death, soldier, war,

Anzac Day

It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay

Poem Details | by Gail DeBole |
Categories: death, funny,

Fried Pants

Written on May 17, 2012
Updated on April 17, 2017

Mr. Phiburn, a man who had tried
To live not by the truth, but all lies
No surprise where he went
For him, eternity was spent
Wearing pants that were
Very well fried.

Inspired by: “Liar, liar pants on fire”




Poem Details | by Euginia Liapich |
Categories: chocolate, cry, death, grief, happiness, joy, sweet,

Salty and sweet limerick

Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine 
Now standing forever to scour?

Poem Details | by Nick Bagnall |
Categories: funeral, funny

Danger - Musicians

There was an old lady from Ireland 
Who was frightened to death by a brass band
We watched with dismay
As without delay
They buried her corpse in the band stand








Contest : Slapstick Limerick Contest 
5th Place

Poem Details | by Gail DeBole |
Categories: death, funny,

Murray

Written by Gail DeBole on May 18, 2009


There once was a fella named Murray
Who lived his life in a flurry.
When the grim reaper stopped by
Murry refused to die
Saying, "I have a 
Meeting at 10:30."

Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: crazy, death, funny, hilarious, horror, humor, humorous,

Lizzie Borden

(Limerick)

When Lizzie (Borden) saw what she's done
Thought to herself that was so much fun
So she whack them again
And again and again
Then laughed aloud at what she's done!


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014


09.16.2014

Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: death, girl,

Little Red Riding Hood

And then we have Red Riding Hood
That girl was sure up to no good
For she laid a trail
Her granny to nail
By a wolf as she knew he would

Then this little girl had the nerve
From everything I could observe
To have him done in
Because of his grin
She didn’t get what she deserved

No, she got her very own story
A heroine in all her glory
Instead of thanked
She should have been spanked
For it was a story too gory 

Poem Details | by Gail DeBole |
Categories: death, funny,

Spirits, Incorporated

Written by Gail DeBole

Fred Hardtselle, a salesman who died,
On his tombstone had these words inscribed:
"In a seance call me,
for a rather small fee,
I'll find out where you're going, and why!"


Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.

Poem Details | by Roger Page |
Categories: funeral, people, sad, drug,

Lady of the night!

Your body men desire
It fills them full of fire
They want so much
To feel the touch
The gifts you have for hire.

You walk the streets so dark
Your future bleak and stark
You work for bugs
To buy the drugs
That really hit the mark.

Your pimp is a drug dealer
A professional money stealer
You feel the pain
Hooked on cocaine
He is your true fate-sealer.

You passing nobody to mourn
Thirty years since you were born
You only know your punter
Who really was your hunter
But it’s you the people scorn!



Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death, friendship,

New Friends - collaboration

I've been getting to know really well
my new friend with so much to tell.
We've got similar work
and we share the same quirk:
Our sore bodies are giving us hell!

by Andrea Dietrich

For her friendship I'm in her debt.
Though I like Soup, it's not home yet.
So with her kind words
I feel like I'm heard
And not a nobody poet. 

by Susan Burch



Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, bereavement, dark, death, funeral, goodbye, grief,

The East End, Ends

It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser The East Ends gangster appraiser So loyal to the Kray's To his very last day One the Sixties ultimate erasures .