Limerick Stories

A young ladybug named BarryWas lost on an African prairieChoking on dustHe thought that he mustNever again follow that lying canary. He heard of a race being heldFirst prize was a trip to HartfeldA village near homeWhere no lions roamIf he won, his woes would be quelled. At registration, he met a flamingoWho introduced herself as Jingo.She was quite the forceHaving designed the courseAnd was smitten by Barry’s glow. She t...

Some say I am a story teller of noteWords off my tongue often float Making some listeners laughMostly they're infused with some chaffSometimes they are not even worth a groat Some listen to my narratives with dread If written probably they'd be misreadBut all of these tales are vivid and trueListen carefully please don't misconstrue As I get these damn chronicles out of my head It is said I suffer from a terrible afflicti...

Oh dear, what a turn of bad luck— In rhyme, my thought process is stuck! It's my fate to find pleasure In syntax with measure, 'Til I pull myself out of this...messy situation. (Whew! I'm so relieved, I'm dumbstruck.)