National Limerick Day today.

[Threevok]

A Yorkshireman who’d never yammer,
got sacked for dropping a clanger.
While reversing in vain,
he totaled a plane,
coz he never looked back int' Hanger

 

[deptfordmarmoset]

View: https://twitter.com/brian_bilston/status/1524665844281888768

 

[matticus]

Even the Smithsonian is celebrating:
So how does one best celebrate this holiday? By coming up with their own limerick, of course! Here’s one I wrote about digitizing our archival collections, which is my role as a digital imaging technician at the Archives:

One day the Smithsonian as an organization
Wished to increase their visitors’ digital participation
And after some scanning,
and much project planning
They achieved their goal through digitization!

Another way to celebrate is by sharing your favorite limericks (and maybe some of your own creations!) on social media (#NationalLimerickDay). We hope this post has brightened up your day just a little bit, and that you get to enjoy some limericks!

Yeah, ok , thanks guys. Y'awl have a nice day ...

 

[Profpointy]

Hopefully still the right side of the line ...

There was a young man from South Ken
Who had a passion for disabled men
In positions strategic, each gay paraplegic
Was serviced and wheeled out again

 

[Dogtrousers]

There was an old man of St Bees
Who was stung on the arm by a wasp
When asked "does it hurt"
He replied "No, it doesn't"
"I'm so glad it wasn't a hornet".

 

[Threevok]

There was an old man of St Bees
Who was stung on the arm by a wasp
When asked "does it hurt"
He replied "No, it doesn't"
"I'm so glad it wasn't a hornet".

You're a poet
and you were previously unaware of the fact

 

[Dogtrousers]

There was an old man of Boulogne
Who sang a most topical song
It wasn't the words
That frightened the birds
But the terrible double entendre

(I don't know who wrote that, I just found it lying around in the back of my brain)

 

[Dogtrousers]

You're a poet
and you were previously unaware of the fact

Not by me. WS Gilbert I think

 

[Ming the Merciless]

This limerick’s callous and crude,
It’s morals distressingly rude,
It’s not worth the reading,
By persons of breeding,
It’s designed for us vulgar and rude.

 

[Moon bunny]

There was a young girl from Dungannon,
Whose favourite meal was colcannon,
She ate it all early,
for dinner and tea,
With an occasional slice of boiled gammon.

 

[Poacher]

This limerick’s callous and crude,
It’s morals distressingly rude,
It’s not worth the reading,
By persons of breeding,
It’s designed for us vulgar and rude.

'Lewd', shirley?

 

[Ming the Merciless]

There was an old man from Sprocket,
Who went up to Space in a Rocket,
The Rocket went bang,
His gonads went clang,
And his bum ended up in his pocket.

 

[newts]

There was a young person from Madras,
Who had a beautiful ass.
Not plush & pink, which is how you may think
But was grey had long ears & ate grass.

 

[Moon bunny]

There was an old woman from Cork,
Who saw a cat on a wall up in York,
She tried chicken and plaice,
Even turkey and dace,
But it would only come down for some pork.

 

[Poacher]

Lear didn't only write nonsense.

View: https://twitter.com/JennyGaschke/status/1524633399029383168

His paintings of parrots were superb too.