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 December 2025.
Boring
Though it’s boring I’m snoring away all those daydreams that come during day and those nightmares as well got me snoring. I’d tell you a story – “It’s boring,” you say.
There once was a wonderful sky and a guy with two eyes asking why
Sweet Candy
Though I used to think candy was sweet, well, it is and it was. I could eat my fair share of the stuff even more than enough even more than my share. It’s so sweet.
It’s away in a sleigh we will go though it’s warm and there isn’t much snow. In fact, it’s quite hot and the reindeer are not really reindeer. Oh, well. Here we go!
that fine sky was so red. Ah, there’s blue now instead.
Giving
I am living, that’s why I will be someone giving back life given me. There are more ways than one to give life. See? The sun keeps on giving and giving for free.
With the holly and ivy we go. Grab a kiss under sweet mistletoe. But is mistletoe sweet? Well, the rhyme was no cheat. May that kiss bring you bliss and love grow.
During Christmas our family is fine. There are some who perpetually whine. There are some full of joy. How they giggle, annoy all the whiners, but family is fine.
The cell of my prison’s fine door was opened. I stood on the floor. Do I dare to go out? Dare I run, walk about? I stayed stuck so they locked the cell door.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of June. Some I have slightly modified.
I’ve added two photos for those who prefer a picture to a thousand words.
There’s a trail that some call the Way. There are others that lead one astray. Some are wide. Some are paved. Some are sweetly depraved, but astray I won’t wander today. Prompt Word “trail” June 2, 2025 (modified)
One and a half roses
Though I thought I was perfectly Frank, I was Jerry. Then Bill. My heart sank. Then it rose with the thought that whatever I caught . . . You caught what? . . . and my mind drew a blank. Prompt word: “frank” June 9, 2025(modified)
There’s a bowl filled with soup and a spoon as a girl, Goldilocks, hums a tune. Since the bears are away she’ll have soup, but she may have to leave and she’d better leave soon. Prompt word: “bowl” June 16, 2025
Another view of the roses
There once was a crack in the code and a hack from a coder who showed if the hack fixed the crack then the crack was the hack and the code with the hack would explode. Prompt word: “hack” June 23, 2025
There once were some thieves and a clock with a sonorous tick for each tock, but the thieves weren’t aware that a lock was placed there as a block of foul theft of our clock. Prompt word: “block” June 30, 2025 (modified)
I limit them to four for mental health reasons. However, if you really want more, here’s the first set and here’s the second. And there are many more by many other people on Esther’s site.
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There once was a shiny, bright lad and a damsel his mom said was bad and a dragon, much worse . . . I forget the next verse . . . but whatever it was, he’s the dad. Prompt word: “dad” May 12, 2025
May I rent a small tent in your head? I will lead you and feed you, I said. I will say what I will and you will get a fill, but alive you won’t be till I’m dead. Prompt word: “rent” May 19, 2025
Weird stuff
There’s a tickety-toc to old clocks. There’s a warmth when one wears woolen socks. Every that has a this. Every love wants a kiss. Every love that’s untrue merely mocks. Prompt word: “socks” February 24, 2025
“When you talk you don’t listen,” they said. So I listened and they talked instead. Then I listened some more, though I don’t know what for, since the words that I heard missed my head. Prompt word: “talk” May 26, 2025
One of the nice things about limericks is that they’re short. By the time you realize that the one you’re reading was not worth reading, it’s too late.
Below are four more limericks with two interspersed photos.
I am grateful to Esther Chilton for her weekly prompts, Laughing Along With A Limerick.
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There once was a witch and a snitch. We weren’t sure though which one was the witch. Perhaps neither. Who knows? Although either one shows: got a snitch, want a witch, then just switch. Prompt Word “snitch”, May 5, 2025
Intracoastal Waterway
There’s a beep in my brain going peep. It’s annoying. I’d better count sheep. With that beep in my head there’s now sheep in my bed. It’s no wonder I can’t get to sleep. Prompt Word “beep”, April 28, 2025
There once was a knave in a cave, in a cave since it rhymes well with knave. The word ‘knave’ I must use, not the word I would choose, but like Dave in the cave I’ll be brave. Prompt Word “knave”, April 21, 2026
Intracoastal Waterway
How I grouse and I grumble! It’s grim. As the cat’s getting fatter, I’m slim. When I’m small, I’d be tall. Should I rise, then I’d fall. When it’s bright, the light’s suddenly dim. Prompt Word “grim”, April 7, 2025
Esther Chilton offers a weekly limerick prompt which I started participating in. Here are four limericks which I’ve posted in the comment sections of her prompts.
I’ve included two photos of critters I ran into on my walks so the reader’s brain doesn’t fry on an overdose of rhyme, alliteration and the anapestic presentation of the (nearly) nonsensical.
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Though he said if I wanted to chill there’s a pill I could take if I will, but I don’t trust the guy nor the look in his eye nor whatever might be in his pill. Posted March 31, 2025
I am old. I am bold and the rage trapped inside must get out on some stage. So I whine and I cry. So I ramble and lie. So I act unbecoming my age. Posted February 3, 2025
A wave came in and took him back into the ocean
He was woke. He was broke. He was cursed By some demons who got to him first Then a witch (maybe two) Then that wizard who knew That a wizard’s most likely the worst. Appeared December 9, 2024
It is white. It is bright. It is snow. Down the street, if I’m forced to, I’d go. But I’m not, so I won’t. You ask, why? Well, I don’t really know and that’s all that I know. Posted January 6, 2025
He quickly hurried back into his hole when he saw me.
The time labelled ‘past’ had an end And the future we guess with a trend. But the present is real Like a now we can feel That the clock tries but can’t comprehend.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 