IT'S NOT DANDRUFF IF IT'S MOVING

It's not dandruff if it is moving,

If back and forth the spots are grooving,

Best call for some pest extermination,

Or, your scalp will house a new generation,

While, poison resistance keeps improving.

DON'T MARRY A YETI OR YOU MAY END UP SPAGHETTI

Bob the lumberjack married Betty,

She was a Northern Canadian Yeti,

Although, Betty loved Bob from her heart,

She tore his torso apart, 

For meat to flavor spaghetti. 

DENISE AND BACON LIMERICKS

There was a girl named Denise,
Her favorite food was bacon grease,
As for the bacon,
She found it chewy and forsaken,
But the tasty aspects of grease gave her peace.

Denise loved her bacon grease it is true,
She liked to sniff it like model airplane glue,
With her sister's she'd wage war,
During breakfast and times more,
Denise loved bacon grease rancid or new.

MOLDS AND SPORES

My home is full of poisonous molds and spores,

The county condemned it and padlocked my doors,

So, I was moved to the coup,

The one with chickens and poop,

I guess it's cleaner to live on dirt floors.

THE ECLIPSE OF THE BLOODY RED MOON

I and my love were engaged, doing spoon,

When we were frightened by that bloody, red moon,

We both wet our britches,

Before we leaped into ditches,

Then the moon disappeared, none too soon.

MY PUPPY NAMED DUMPY LIMERICK

There was a puppy named Dumpy,
He got that name because his owner was grumpy,
But, Dumpy had a great disposition,
That got Dumpy an executive position,
The success of Dumpy made his owner real jumpy.

A LUNAR ECLIPSE LIMERICK

I once saw a lunar eclipse the moon,

The lunar was big, ugly like a baboon, 

He swallowed the moon whole,

Then scratched off a face mole,

Then he spit the moon out, half past noon.

AFTER THE PARADE

After the parade when the sparklers all fade,

And the tourists go home to their shacks,

Then around the campfire sits a marshmallow choir,

Singing songs of the lake monster's attacks,

Among the people up here, the lake monster they fear,

More than sharp points on some deadly dear racks,

And when that monster comes near the roar that you hear,

Will sound like ten thousand duck quacks,

But, alas the monster has never been clearly seen,

Some say he's brown, some say he's green,

Some say he's a fish with monstrous gills,

Some say he's a porcupine with carnivorous quills,

Of course, all I'm saying is the monster is mean,

All I'm saying is he eats meat and never soybean,

All I'm saying is stay away from the water at night,

For dark is his domain and may ours be filled with light.

HOW NOT TO CLEAN FISH

The fish in my pond had a stench,
I could smell them while I sat on my bench,
The nasty smell I couldn't cope,
I dumped in some soap,
My fish died so pardon my French.

 

ROW, ROW, ROW, ROW, ROW, ROW. ROW..YOUR BOAT

I went out on Lake Michigan and what did I find?

Rip, roaring waves and other weather unkind,

But with no motor to tote,

My little rowboat,

Was bounced off sharp rocks, didn't mind. 

TOE MONSTERS

Methinks there are monsters between my toes,

At least that's what I think there grows,

I hear growls and roars,

Sometimes belching and snores,

I'd venture with a finger, but fear the finger finds woes.

DU WHOOP LITTLE PONEY, DU WHOOP

Du whoop little pony, Du whoop,

The pigs next door eat and live in just sloop,

But, you get to eat hay,

And, in fresh straw you can lay,

By the way, while the pigs get old veggies you get the new crop.

MY VEGETABLE GARDEN FERTILIZER LIMERICK

My vegetable garden was never real green,
It was mostly brown from the beet to the bean,
But, I never got wiser,
Used the same fertilizer,
From the cat's litter box when I clean.

S'MORES IN THE DRAWERS

The drawer on my desk went real sticky,

So, it wouldn't open up on the quicky,

And, in those dark, sticky moors,

I kept my stuff to make s'moores,

My marshmallows became tacky-ticky.

SENTIMENTS FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT SLEEP

Why do people want to stone the witches?

Or, quarry bluegills that live in ditches?

Human behavior is so odd,

Does making it relevant require the rod,

And, everywhere we find the itches.

 

MONSTER RAT LIMERICK 1

I saw a big monster rat,
He's twice the size of my cat,
He scared off my dog,
Then slept like a log,
Thanks to my baseball bat.

TIME TRAVEL IS NOT SAFE LIMERICK

My time machine got stuck,
In 1863 in old Kentuck,
Between the Rebs and the Yanks,
They were firing on all flanks,
I was a tachyon master, all out of luck.

MOTHER SEES ALL SNEAKS HAIKU

Mother sees all sneaks,
Sneak candy, sneak out, sneak TV,
Happy Day, from sneaks.

Sneakers, joyful, fun,
Mother sees, caught, sneakers sad,
Mother, job well done.

Toad Master

It's Friday the 13th, and my pie is without mode,

The anti-angel angel upon waves of lava rode,

From the dark web depths, where he'd been writing code,

Came the anti-angel angel with the reward we all sowed,

He made us all low classmates, subservient to the toad.

THERE ONCE WAS A PEASANT NAMED BILL

There once was a peasant named Bill,
Finding pennies gave him a thrill,
He once found a dime,
But, it was only one time,
Finding pennies was his only skill.

I GOT A CALL FROM THE BANK LIMERICK

I got a most unpleasant call from the bank, 
My finances got torpedoed and sank,
When my checks all bounced twice,
I was penalized thrice,
I have my poor math education to thank.

THE HABOOB

A massive haboob slapped me in my naked face,

It knocked me around, and made sandy my whole place,

So I got me a vacuum with a big tube,

And I sucked up the big haboob,

Then I shook out haboob sand from my sheets and pillowcase.

TOILET FLOWERS

My outdoor toilet was all full of flowers,
They grew well after all the rain showers,
They were such a bouquet,
I just let them stay,

My toilet is artwork that towers.

TICKS ARE DRINKING MY BLOOD

I have ticks in my garden and they're drinking my blood,

The lack of blood makes me queasy and I fall down and go thud,

It's a mystery to me,

Why, the ticks attack me,

I go swimming so, I'm not covered with crud.

FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH THE LIMERICKS

It's Friday the 13th and all fear they'll be dead,

So, they start off the morning by wetting to bed,

For they are afraid of the creep,

Who'll give them grave sleep,

After the creep machetes off their pretty head.

THE MARTIAN LIMERICK

Martian, Martian from the sky,
How'd you Martians learn to fly,
We once tried space travel here,
But, 'cause of money and fear,
On Earth we're all going to die.

Martian, Martian you have traveled far,
While, we can't build a reliable car,
We can't stay in space,
We're a dumbing-down race,
Remember us when you reach your next star.

THE BIGGEST PICKLE IN THE JAR

I wanted the biggest pickle in the jar,
I gazed through the glass and soon found my star,
So, with my fork I went jar-fishin'
Catchin' the biggest pickle I was wishin'
After days I haven't captured it so far.

FRANKIE THE PIG

There was a pig named Frankie,
He ate pie, doughnuts and tarts,
The food made him smell real skanky,
He was a master of the farts,

Frankie never had a friend,
Except for a girl named Bell,
Frankie married her in the end,
It seems she had no sense of smell.

MY PATH TO GONDOLIER SCHOOL

I thought I'd try my hand at tennis,
But, after many fly balls I was labeled a menace,
I was ordered off the court,
To attempt a  new sport,
Now, I'm a  gondolier in old Venice.

ZOMBIE TREAT

There were nothing but zombies left on my street,
They were all looking for someone with big brains to eat,
But, because I don't dig they're groove,
I guess I'll just move,
And, not end up some zombie's lunch treat.

NANCY LOVES HER BITUMEN

Nancy loved her bitumen drive,
It was better than gravel and it kept her alive,
When the bitumen had a hole,
Nancy about lost her soul,
She missed a tree and a ditch to survive.
,

ME SLEEPS NOT WELL

Me sleeps not well rich with gas from dinner,

Though the fancy meats and sauces treat me as winner, 

Perhaps such treats as fancy meats,

Might portal my greed as sinner,

But alas, I have a greater penchant for bacon,

Which is the meat of the truly forsaken,

For hoofed meat on the grill,

Is sin ala thrill,

When caramelized beast flavors awaken.

WEREWOLVES AND VAMPIRES COME OUT IN THE DAY

Every full moon in the month of May,
The werewolves and vampires come out in the day,
But, in the daylight,
They will never fight,
They delight in the board games they play.

MY GOING NOWHERE VACATION

I stayed inside, I stayed inside,

I got so bored I cried and cried,

So, in the backyard I went,

I pitched a tent,

And, there I laid or lied?

BANGING IN THE WOODS, A HUNTER'S TAIL

Went out to the woods to bang me a beast,

I sat downwind, where he'd smell me the least,

He snuck up tippy toe,

He was near, I didn't know,

Out of me the beast made a feast.

I WISH MY SIBLINGS WOULD SHOWER

I wish my siblings would take a shower,

I told them good hygiene would gain them friends and power,

My siblings' response was that "no one can tell,

On social media how a friend just might smell,

Most imagine their friend smells like a flower."

MY RADISHES AND THE YUCKY TASTE OF WORMS

My radishes were all full of worms,
When I salted them the worms made squirms,
But, all went into my soup,
And, after slurping each scoop,
Worms taste yucky my pallet confirms.

I MISSED THE MOON AND GOT A MARCHING GOON

When young I thought it would happen soon,

That I'd be in a top office near the sun and the moon,

But, of course that is not so,

I've sank forty stories below, 

I'll soon be marched out the door by a goon.

I WENT OUT TO SEE THE SUPERMOON

I went out on my deck to see the supermoon,                         

But, the cloudy sky blocked the sight for me,

I wondered what hope have I the future to divine,

When, the big orb in the sky I can't see,

The supermoon, I guess it was there,

On others I'll rely on for that truth,

Most information I get from someone else,

That dependence I trace back to my youth.

TRAVEL CHANGE OF PLANS LIMERICK

I was planning to go to Minnesota,
But, the airlines had met their seat quota, 
Since that journey wouldn't hap,
I looked on a map,
And, flew to St. Paul North Dakota.

FRESH TUNA FROM THE BEACH

I go down to the beach to pick up tuna, 
I work under the light of old Luna,
And, although the tuna is rotten and dead,
They keep my family fed,
But, sometimes I must fight with a  raccoona.

I CREATED A MULTIVERSE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING

When I time travel the universe splits apart,

Into one that I've changed and one that's the same from my start,

So with this time travel curse,

I've created a multiverse,

This would really hurt my brain if I were smart.

MY SLED RAN OUT OF GAS

My sled ran right out of gas,
On a river in a pass,
The ice broke,
Then, steamy smoke,
And, I got wet full mass. 

THE BEARD BET

The bet was who could grow the longest beard,
The men would go thirty days until being sheared,
The bet was won by Kelly,
His beard stretched to his belly,
He wouldn't shave it since it was endeared.

Kelly bet his beard was the thickest,
It was true his beard grew the quickest,
But all were appalled,
His face was near bald,
His beard follicles were simply the sickest.

I WENT TO A SPACE STATION

I went to a space station to get some good rest,
But, they ran out of peanut butter, so I had to protest,
Then, they ran out of spaghetti,
That made me one angry yeti,
So, out the airlock they sent me as a pest.

THERE IS A YOUNG FARMER NAMED JAKE

There is a young farmer named Jake,
He hates to hoe and to rake,
He would not milk his cows,
Or feed slop to his sows,
He should quit for goodness sake.

There is a young farmer named Jake,
He'd rather go indoors to bake,
He makes pies full of cherries,
And muffins full of berries,
His best is his double cheese cake.

I FOUND MUM ON MOTHER'S DAY

I was an orphan; didn't know from whence I come,

On Mother's Day, I felt very glum,

So I traveled far,

To find a parental star,

I went clear to Egypt to find me a mum.

THE STORM

I decided to go scuba,

Down in Aruba

But a hurricane was averted,

When the aircraft diverted,

That's why I scuba in Cuba.

THE COUGAR RHYME

There's this cougar in the dark, walking by the stream,

It's hunting me through pines with red bark, oh, nightmare be a dream,

Soon my heart stops it's beat,

As I become just fresh killed meat.

I WAS DEFEATED BY ZOMBIES

It was dark outside when the zombies came,

I held them back with a candle flame,

When the flame went out,

I had a scream and a shout,

Zombies ate my feet, now I walk real lame.

Cleaning One's Clock With A Dock Limerick

Barney traveled upriver in a fancy canoe,

He traveled real fast, because the canoe was brand new,

But he ran into a dock,

And that cleaned his clock,

The dock was damaged, and the owner did sue.

A RIB IN THE ROAST, BENNY'S READY TO POST

Before Benny writes his online post,

He has to have two eggs and toast,

A half pint of beer,

A shot of the Clear,

And, a rib in a very rare roast.

DON'T EVER SLEEP

When the world is oh, so scary,

Sleep becomes uncustomary,

For resting eyes, 

Bring on demise,

And, a permanent sleep in the cemetery.

JIMMY'S FAVORITE DISH

Jimmy's favorite dish is fresh northern toad,
If you think that's strange he eats it ala-mode,
He likes butterscotch ice cream
And, in keeping with his weird theme,
He likes his toad fresh scraped from the road.

I MADE BEER AND UNCLE DUKE LOST HIS MAYONNAISE

I tried making beer out of mayonnaise,

But it didn't make it past the taste testing phase,

My old uncle, Duke,

He started to puke,

The next day my mind was a haze.

A POX UPON ME

I'm afraid I have a pox,

It's name is a judge sentenced detox,

But, how can I mend,

My friends won't let me bend,

Besides, I must demonstrate to all my street mox.

BEDWETTER WHO HAD NO GIRLFRIEND

The judge said my teenage soul needed a revamp,

So, he sent me away to bandcamp,

I started dating this girl,

Till my bunkmates called me a squirrel,

Because I drank pop and my beding was damp.   

DON'T STICK A FORK IN A TOASTER

I stuck a fork in a toaster,

To get my toast unstuck,

It worked well when I stuck it in my roaster,

But, this time I was out of luck,

I got zapped and zapped off my feet,

And, landed in a box of sharp  things,

I tried moving my arms and felt them both beat,

Because they had become a pair of wings.

HIGH DOME GNOME POEM

Hey, little guy with the big, high dome,

I understand they call you a gnome,

I wish you'd leave and go home,

Instead around my garden, you roam,

I'm so bothered, I set you to poem.

GNOMES GET NO SYMPATHY FROM ME

I cannot get myself to write a poem,
That is sympathetic to a garden gnome,
Every gnome is so mean,
And, their cloths they don't clean,
After all day in the garden they roam.