When Jeremy entered his home the demons scrambled. They looked like those fat cockroaches that ran about when he turned on the light. He stepped on some squishing them nicely, but the more he squished the more they kept coming.
He’d admit that when they first arrived they looked cute and he enjoyed playing with them, but he never thought they would overrun the place like a huge forest fire starting from a careless camp site.
What was poor Jeremy to do?
After fits of indecision because those critters still looked so cute, he finally realized that if he didn’t clean house from top to bottom inside and out they would completely take over.
Denise offers the prompt word “fire” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
All of these limericks were either originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or published to Poet’s Corner during the month of August 2026.
How to Write a Limerick Using the Word “Sheet”
If you must, make the limerick sweet or at least make it jingle its feet so the reader won’t cry, make a fuss, wonder why you forgot in the end to use “sheet”.
Those find houses we now see as old were quite fancy back then we are told.
A Limerick To Brighten Up Your Heart
It’s as dark as the midnight of night though it’s day and the sun’s shining bright. It’s depressing to see how dark darkness can be. I will have to turn on my heart’s light.
They had heat. They stopped rain. There was love to ease pain.
Eyes Eying Eyes
While my eyes were out eying your eyes with deep heartbeats and longings and sighs in your eyes I did see a reflection of me eying me eying you with surprise.
In the bog there’s a frog who would jog. In the fog there’s a dog who would hog all the rhymes that I had which at times made me sad as I jog like a frog on my blog.
A Colorful Jogging Limerick
It is yellow. Now green. Now it’s gold! You can even make everything BOLD! And italics – that, too. Oh, what else can it do? Can it jog? – Well, no matter. I’m sold!
And so first I will try not to care if second comes next or somewhere perhaps after that third who’s out chasing some bird while the word that I chase rhymes with “there”.
https://fresh.inlinkz.com/js/widget/load.js?id=c0efdbe6b4add43dd7ef(1) Magnolia trees, (2) the shape of their seeds and (3) dark green(4) leaves of (5) many shapes and colors(6) tiny parks with (7) big trees and (8) big stones(9) fancy flowers and (10) a neighbor who plants them
Go down three granite steps and you will find the Gatekeeper who’ll surely let you in. Once you’re inside your stories may begin to tell themselves and leave you far behind.
The others will have stories they’ll unwind and you may test how true those tall tales spin. Though some may even leave a tear or grin they all will open doors inside your mind.
There is a hallway, too, that’s deep and dark, and should you choose to wander that odd way it only asks that you respect its night. With every word you speak there goes a spark but many sparks lead many folk astray and all those led astray will need true light.
The words today I wish I never said are words that haunt, but may we let them go. Now in their place my mouth will say instead the words my heart would want your mind to know.
There’s more to all of this than shocks the eye with silliness, indifference or disdain. And that is why once more I’ll only try to speak from Truth, from falseness to refrain.
You likely wonder what those words could be that I prefer now never more to say. I’m glad to say they’ll stay a mystery, since now we are back on the sacred way.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 