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Wednesday, April 8, 2026
I DID NOT KNOW BEARS ATE FRUIT FOR DESERT
I was real hungry, when I caught a baby chipmunk in my baby chipmunk snare,
The baby chipmunk begged me not to eat him; his little body, I did a spare,
Along came a grisly bear,
He grabbed me by my hair,
I begged him not to eat me, but he feasted on my body, then enjoyed a pear.
Saturday, April 4, 2026
FROSTING AND THE BEAR ON SKATES
I spotted a bear on ice skates come zooming from across the lake,
He eyed me as I stuffed my mouth with frosting covered cake,
So, I dropped my cake and fled,
With hope I would not soon be dead,
The bear stoped to lick off the frosting, so my soul he did not take.
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BALLAD OF THE DILLY DOGS
Patches and Checkers were two dilly dogs,
They pretended to be rabbits, squirrels and frogs,
Then one pleasant day,
A cougar came their way,
Patches and Checkers, were soon two cougar logs.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF PATCHES AND CHECKERS
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Tuesday, March 31, 2026
BOB AND THE THREE BEARS
Bob was sleeping all quiet, in his warm bed upstairs,
When he awoke hearing footsteps of three, great big bears,
When they entered his bedroom,
Bob wet his bed, fearing doom,
The bears were good neighbors, sharing a basket of pears.
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Sunday, March 29, 2026
THE CANARY AND THE RAVEN, A CAUTIONARY TALE
I had a big pet raven, and he liked to eat canary,
He used to eat them by the bunch, like a small, yellow berry,
The canary birds worked together,
Netted my raven in bad weather,
Then, they roasted and ate him, in a scene that was real scary.
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Thursday, March 12, 2026
BERNIE THE BEAVER, TOOTHED TREES FOR THE KING
Bernie was a big toothed beaver, and he toothed down thousands of big trees,
Bernie knew just how to fall them, checking the soil type, and the breeze,
Bernie checked wind speed and direction,
Studied soil types, for perfection,
Bernie felled his trees spot on, tight, and the king beaver, Bernie did please.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2026
MY BIRDS ARE ALL BONES
I could not afford to raise chickens to eat, so I raised some chickadees,
Chickadees have almost no flesh to eat; their boney breast, just a meat tease,
I decided just the eggs, I'd eat,
Just a drop of protein was the treat,
Next year I am gonna sell all my birds, and replace them with honey bees.
Wednesday, December 3, 2025
I RIDE THE WILD BEAR
I walked into a dark, deep cave, and saddled up a big, black bear,
Some call me extremely brave, others think I need a brain repair,
I rode the bear to mum's,
Stoped at a store for gums,
I rode the bear at a steady trot, so mums neighbors, he wouldn't scare.
Saturday, November 29, 2025
CALL OF THE WEREWOLF
The howling of a wolf in the woods, filled my beastly, carnal heart's holes,
The howling was a call to the forest minions, to awaken werewolf souls,
The woods went darker, the sky grew bright,
A full moon lantern was the only light,
I started my venture into the night, hunting victims, to play out their roles.
Monday, October 27, 2025
MY SOLAR LAMP AND THE GRIZZLY BEAR, LIMERICK
I dropped my solar lamp into the lake, while forest camping,
Now I fear the inner wires will need major revamping,
In the dark tent, my body, I lay,
Hoping for a quick, sun rising day,
Because I fear a grizzly bear, is outside my tent, stamping.
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Friday, September 12, 2025
AT THE END I AM PILES
I fell off a cliff, and looked down at big, sharp, nasty stones,
I knew that soon upon them, I'd be bleaching my broke bones,
Then I saw a tiger,
A lion and a liger,
I knew I'd soon be in scat piles, with scat pile tones.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2025
CRITTER STEW FOR TWO
I found some dry hickory, so I lit it to heat a winter stew,
I threw in the stew a snow bunny, a dead frog and something that flew,
The stew bubbled, and the fire hissed,
Soon, the critter stew, my fat lips kissed,
After dinner I took a nap, while my dog Dexter dropped his poo.
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Saturday, August 2, 2025
FALL, BEES AND TREES
The sun sank down and burned up the Autumn, red trees,
That made birdies chirp, and it stirred up the sweet bees,
The bees moved their caramel honey,
It was the source of their big money,
The birds chirped new music, and raised subscriber fees.
Friday, August 1, 2025
AFTER DEATH, I AM WITH MY PET
A hungry tiger escaped from the zoo,
He ate up my pretty, pet cow, named Moo,
I feel really blue,
The cat ate me too,
I and my pet cow, became tiger poo.
Tuesday, July 29, 2025
WHEN A GOOD WOLF GOES BAD
A big, bad breathed, wolf walked arrogantly, into our school,
When the bad wolf ate the gym teacher, we kids thought it was cool,
Before we could boohoo,
He ate all us kids, too,
Eating a teacher is one thing, but eating students is cruel.
Saturday, June 21, 2025
NO PAIN, NO STRAWBERRY GAIN
There was a big, silly gopher, named Terry,
He could not pass any red, ripe strawberry,
Terry would take a bite,
Which gave Terry delight,
But, being shot at by rock salt, was scary.
Friday, June 13, 2025
FOOD FOR THE FERRELL
All of the kitty cat lips, were all tongue licken,
In the garbage, there was the skin of a chicken,
The wicked aroma that smelled,
All kitty attention, it held,
Along came a bear, and kitty hearts, did quicken.
Friday, June 6, 2025
THE OLD MAN AND THE ROO
There was an old man, who sat at the zoo,
He shared his dill pickles, with a humpback, kangaroo,
The kids got all scared,
When his teeth, the too bared,
The kids got double scared, when the old man bared is snaggled teeth too.
Friday, May 9, 2025
YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU'LL NEED A BEAVER GUN
I went out canoeing this morning, and ran into a big, beaver damn,
The beaver saw me and started hissing, I saw him, and thought, Easter ham,
I did not have my beaver gun,
So I wrestled him, just for fun,
Now, I'm in his lair, feeding his babies, and missing my fiance, Pam.
Monday, April 28, 2025
EATING MISS MAISY
I'd often take my cow, Maisy out on a woods walk,
She'd soothe me with soft moos, while I unwound with thought talk,
One day, a lion came by roaring
I left Miss Maisy, she was boring,
The lion was wanting cow, that's the one I would stalk.
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