Limericks by Tom Note
| My limericks are all made from scratch. |
| Sometimes in my brain, they just hatch. |
| I feel like a troll, |
| But I get on a roll |
| And I send in another new batch. |
| A trapeze artist named Grace |
| Did an act with her partner Ms. Chase. |
| But completing a flip |
| Their hands took a slip, |
| And sadly Ms. Chase fell from Grace. |
| A boomerang novice named Jack |
| Made a bunch that just wouldn't come back. |
| But he soon got it right |
| And yelled out in fright |
| When it hit Jack in the back with a crack. |
| A flatulent flautist named Fred |
| Had a big bowl of beans before bed. |
| Spent a most raucous night |
| And awoke with a fright |
| To find Jerry, his canary, was dead. |
| As the pilot began a nice loop, |
| He suddenly entered the soup. |
| As they looped through the cloud, |
| His copilot yelled loud, |
| "I think I am going to poop." |
| A Florida flutist named Matt |
| Lived in a flat with his cat. |
| When he blew in the thing |
| His cat liked to sing, |
| So he performed with his cat after that. |
| A senator up for election |
| In spite of a party defection, |
| Said with a grin |
| As the money rolled in, |
| Loyalty isn't good as connection. |
| A gentleman bought a new Ford |
| But his wife was thoroughly bored. |
| She said with a sneer |
| As she chugged down a beer |
| Is this all you could afford? |
