All of these limericks were either originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or somewhere else during October 2026.
The Song of the Wonderful Woo
There once was a wonderful woo who didn’t know what he should do. So, he sang a sweet song hoping you’d sing along. And you did! Even you can sing, too!
Oh, the light is so bright when it’s light and not dark like the darkness of night
Hip Limerick
Though I try very hard to be hip giving others an earful of lip, my mouth runs way too fast and the words sadly last when I should have just bitten my lip.
All these works are their fruit. You can tell if it’s heavenly earth or dark hell. When you shop, stop to see if the fruit of the tree is a work only devils would sell.
Since sweet time is a thief, I’ll be brief. Since the job I must do is the chief concern on my mind. Let the summer unwind. On this branch is a true, busy leaf.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or somewhere else during the month of September 2026.
Chew On This Limerick
When I chew I knew you would chew, too, as the two of us do what we do. Which is what? I don’t know. May we do it all though as we chew on this limerick, too.
Oh, there once was some nothing that said, “I am nothing, just something you’ve read or you’ve heard. That is all and my tales are tall, but with nothing your minds have been fed.”
There once was a mushroom so bright with soft yellow to top it off right
Wonderful Task
Oh, the task that I got that fine day was so wonderful all I could say, “Is this really for me?” Yes it is! Now, we’ll see if you’ll do it or go off and play.
and it tasted real good like a good mushroom should
Frying Up Some Verse
You’re awake? I will fry up some verse with our breakfast all yummy and terse. We will start this day right since it’s no longer night and delight that my rhyme can’t get worse.
The fine reasoning seemed to be tight like a lim’rick strung through the night when the neighbors complain of the noise and the pain only prove that the proof wasn’t right.
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”.
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?
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.
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.
All of these limericks were originally posted to either Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or her Writing Prompts during the month of January 2026.
Curly Curls
Well, I don’t think I have much to say about curls that girls display. When each curl is true, then the girl is, too – so I thought – and still do – come what may.
When the trees are all white, there is snow. It is bright in the light. I will go out to play in the stuff till enough is enough, go inside where I’ll hide from the snow.
It’s a wall so I heard after all with strange stuff making up this fine wall.
Farm
There’s a farm in the valley that’s fine. You can buy there fresh veggies and wine. There are eggs there as well. Though some critters may smell, when there’s sun, then the sun loves to shine.
Whether red, maybe blue, lovely green, it is light. It is bright and serene, but I wonder if you know that light can be true? Well, I do and it’s true. I have seen.
Though some thought that it should be a crime and it was, more or less, for the time when dark poems with words like loud ravenous birds made no sense and much worse didn’t rhyme.
I have heard it’s absurd. It’s a crime to be running one’s mouth all the time. Still, mine’s running so well even whiners can tell it’s all nonsense but nonsense with rhyme.
And I’m glad that I spotted this wall.
Light and Night Rhymes with Fright
Though the light said it’s day, it was night. I could see. What a horrible sight! There were monsters out there. There were goons everywhere, but in peace I slept on through their fright.
“All the same you are just playing games.” Well, at least I am not calling names. At least now I am not. When the feuding gets hot, who knows what we will use for our flames?
