All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of July 2026.
Fakity Fake
It was fakity, fakity fake, but we bought it since it came with cake. And the cake tasted good like a real, good cake should, but the message was fakity fake.
The sun’s setting and soon it is gone. Then the dark of the night lingers on,
A Wreck of a Limerick
Though they said, “It’s a wreck,” I am glad it was not so remarkably bad. It was not even worse than the lines of this verse and for that I am gratefully glad.
Though to fly might be fine I’ll just stand where my feet feel the firmness of land. I’ll leave flying to birds or a limerick’s words which don’t care – though they should – how they land.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of June 2026.
Road Hog Limerick
Like a hog he was hogging the road and we honked all the more as he slowed. Well, we all tried to pass but we couldn’t alas and we’re still to this day on that road.
It is white. It is bright. It is true like the spirit of love about you.
Jelly Donut(s) Love Song
They filled a fine donut with jelly and they said it was good for my belly. Well, the first tasted good as my mouth knew it would. The first dozen were just too much jelly.
Prompt word: “jelly” June 8, 2026 (modified)
It is new in the way you are new now today.
Winter’s Chills and Summertime
There are birds with their bright shiny bills. There are words that delight with their thrills. There’s a this for each that. Here’s a kiss for my cat. There is summer to fight winter’s chills.
It is true that the plant is a weed. I’m the gardener, I know, so I need to get off of my butt, get my hoe out. Now what? It’s too late? The weed’s long gone to seed?
This walk is part of the walk on this side of the railroad tracks in Fort Mill, South Carolina.
It was blocked for a while when some water maintenance work was being done, but now it is open. Since it was part of a circle I walked the full circle.
There used to be trees where the dirt and white fence are now.A red, muddy pool with a white fence and blue sky and a residential home in the background. Past the residences it becomes wild and wonderful.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of May 2026.
Song To Our Prince
Our fine prince is a wonderful guy. When he walks all the ladies say, “Hi!” All the dragons do, too, as he walks through the zoo. What a wonderfully wonderful guy.
With a bang it was sent to the sky and it popped when it got very high.
Clean Limerick
He’s pretentiously, pompously clean except when his rhymes are obscene, but he’s doing his best, so he said, then confessed that his best is much better unseen.
Diving deep in delusion he goes. You might warn him, but waters now close and who knows where he’ll be when a kiss sets him free as the bliss of eternity grows.
Though I thought it was hot it was not, since the heat got much hotter. I got a fine thought for a verse (not a whiny, cold curse) as the heat got much worse than just hot.
It is blue. Curvy arches face you. Through the yellow you see some more blue. Though it’s flaky outside there is no need to hide, since the heart deep inside is now true.
I am thankful to the Lord for everything below and more.
The photos tell the tale.
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Light at the end of the tunnel and trails leading through tunnelsMy neighbor’s garden and his rosesFlowers up close and their colorsReflections on the waters, trees, clouds and air to breathe
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of April 2026.
Cape
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.
The soft clouds are bright orange in the sky as the sun gives a nod of good-bye.
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.
Look how red they are now. See the sound of a wow.
Help!
Like some rocks in a black and blue box I discovered the truth of hard knocks. Being knocked all about I had no breath to shout except, Help! Get me out of this box!
As I stand on the solid wood floor, as I walk to the open wood door, there is more there to see, but I don’t being me. Let me change. Ah! Just did! I see more!
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of March 2026.
Kiss Like This
There is bliss when a kiss doesn’t miss though that snake in the grass loves to hiss. Though the moon might be round the fine sun can be found in that bliss when we kiss just like this.
It’s a sunset so yellow and bright. When I look to the clouds I see light.
The Joy Of Sprouting
It might sprout if it only went out of its shell and then looked all about, saw the sun in the sky and white clouds flying high. If it did . . . well, it did. It went out.
Since a shower’s as good as a bath and my heart is more true than my math, I’ll rejoice and I’ll say I am blessed everyday day and not lost – not at all – on this path.
When I ride I can look out and say, What a wonderful, wonderful day! If you’re sighing inside, then come out for a ride. Do not hide for the Lord leads the way.
There once was a treat in a jar on a shelf way up high very far from the floor where he could eat it up and he would if he could get his nose in the jar.
All of these limericks were originally posted to either Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or her Writing Prompts or derived from those posts during the month of February 2026.
Crazy Or Calm
“Are you crazy?” Not yet. I’m just calm like a rash that is itching for balm like a thought I won’t think like a word with a wink like a heart beating true in your palm.
“I am flying. I’m trying. OK?” said the bird to his mama one day. Then she jumped in the nest. Pushed the chick out. The rest is now history. He’s flying. OK?
There are birds, many birds, in the air. They fly calmly. They all are aware
Poisoned Apple
There once was a queen who thought she was the loveliest queen that could be till Snow White came along. Though that apple was wrong, the queen’s gone, right or wrong, thankfully.
I could drive, but I’d much rather walk. I could fly, if I could, like a hawk. Since I know that a lie makes a mess, I will try not to lie, but beware when I talk.
The dim light wasn’t bright as was right. Were it bright I would dim it at night, but it’s day, as we say when dark night goes away, when the sun that’s not dim is quite bright.
Those odd memories refuse to stop like a judge seeking justice on top of your case every day. All your lawyer need say, He’s now righteous. So, let the case drop.
All my worries are worrying fast. They have cast into now what was past, but today is today and the past’s gone away so this worrisome present can’t last.
So I told him it’s better to write a love poem than whine through the night. But his taste wasn’t for all that mushy stuff or he got wrong what he wouldn’t get right.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 