The limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical.
But the good ones I’ve seen
So seldom are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.
But limericks were not always bawdy. In fact the form was made popular in the 19th century by Edward Lear, a great believer in pure silliness. In 1846 he published A Book of Nonsense, which went through three editions and made limericks so popular that many people started using them to amuse, scandalise or satirise.
We used to have the Lear books and other collections of limericks, and as a child I read them so many times that I still remember my favorites. Here are some of them, interspersed with illustrations from the Lear books:
There was an old man from Blackeath
Who sat on his set of false teeth
Said he with a start,
Oh lord, bless my heart
I’ve bitten myself underneath!!
I sat next to the duchess at tea
Distressed as a person could be
Her rumblings abdominal
We’re simply phenomenal
And everyone thought it was me!
A feisty young girl from St. Paul
Wore a newspaper dress to a ball
The dress caught on fire
And burnt her entire
Front page, sporting section and all.
The wonderful artist Edward Gorey also liked witty and sometimes unsettling verse, and joined the party with gusto:
He illustrated the verse with his detailed ink drawings
British wordplay and recreational mathematics expert Leigh Mercer (1893–1977) even devised the following mathematical limerick:
This is read as follows:
A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more
Quite clever, don’t you think?
Not to be outdone, I’ve produced a few limericks of my own over the years, some of which you might have seen, since I made illustrations to go with them for Inktober 2019. (Posted Here )
And so, dear readers, hoping I have sufficiently inspired you by now, I would like to urge you to send me your own efforts. We’re not talking about a competition here, just a fun thing to do. No prizes to be had, but if I get enough, I will do a post on them and make a few illustrations, too!
So come on, people, put your humorous thinking caps on!
There was an old lady of Dorset
Who struggled to put on her corset
She turned to her maid
Who was bold, not afraid,
‘Don’t worry’ she said ‘we’ll just force it.’
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Yay! Thank you!
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I’m no limerick writer, but one of my blogging friends specialises in them, Marina.
https://millerswindmill.wordpress.com/
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh come on Pete, don’t be such a stick in the mud! Give it a go!
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This lady was convulsed in a rage:
There was not enough room on the page.
They asked her address,
She made a big mess,
And said, It’s not my fault I come from Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu. (This is the name of a place in New Zealand).
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Well, I knew I could count on you p, Bruce! Well done 👏
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I’m reading a biography of Lear at the moment. He was also a wonderful artist.
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Yes, And he did some wonderful watercolours of Greece on his travels.
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I am so impressed 💜
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Oh what delightful afternoon fun ! Love the whole post and the add-ons by your readers and those for which you had been the poetess before . . . methinks, albeit with a rotten memory for verse, I just have to learn the mathematical one off by heart . . . that would garner some delicious laughs amongst friends ! Shall be tempted to repost . . .
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Whilst not a fan of limericks in general, I did enjoy the mathematical one.
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My dad loved limericks. Here’s a selection
(based on a sculpture of a writer in my garden)
A poet cast in concrete
Said, ‘I don’t wish to be indiscreet’
‘But it’s a bit of a sod,’
‘Stood here on my tod’
‘While your dog pees on my feet.’
(or his most tasteless)
‘Nose pickings’ said Mrs McGraw,
‘Have many uses, I’m sure’
‘For instance, by rolling
‘And folding and carefully molding’
‘You can make condoms, cheap, for the poor’.
(and then there is his non rhymer)
There was a young lady from Bude
Who went for a swim in the … lake
A man in a punt,
Stuck a pole in her… ear
And said, ‘You cant swim here, it’s private’.
Sorry if these are too tacky…!
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Thank you! Will definitely use them
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I love the nonsense (and often sad) poetry of Mervyn Peake. A great skill to write nonsense …. Nonsense that makes sense …
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