There was a young lady named Louise
Who’s pleasure it was to please.
I asked her for honey
(which she found extremely funny),
So she gave me a hive of bees!
Tag Archives: humorous verse
There Was A Young Man Named Howl
There was a young man named Howl
Who owned a tawny owl.
Each night it would hoot
As he played the flute,
Which made his neighbours scowl!
There Was A Young Man Named Locke
There was a young man named Locke
Who found a mermaid under a rock.
When he asked her name
She hid in shame
As she wasn’t wearing a frock!
There Was A Young Man Named Guy
There was a young man named Guy
Who was employed as a British spy.
He received money from the Russians,
And payments from the Prussians.
That double-crossing young spy named Guy!
There Was A Young Lady Named Lou
There was a young lady named Lou
Who created a website in 1902.
She had her own email address,
Although I must confess
That I am lying to you!
There Was A Young Man Named Gus
There was a young man named Gus
Who caught the wrong kind of bus.
He found himself on a boat,
With nought but a goat.
You should have heard that terrible fuss!
3 Limericks
There was a young lady named Leigh
Who said, “is it really me?”.
But the glass it broke,
As the words she spoke,
So Leigh was unable to see!
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There was a young man named Shane
Who caught the wrong train.
A guard named Pride
Said “enjoy the ride,
And my daughter’s name it is Jane!”
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There was a young man named Shane
Who boarded the wrong train.
A guard called Pride
Said “enjoy the ride
As this is an express train!”
There Was A Young Lady Named Rose
There was a young lady named Rose
Who painted all of her toes.
She wore thick socks,
Which acted as locks,
So I have never seen her toes!
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There was a young lady named Rose
Who painted 5 of her toes.
She left the remainder unvarnished.
Her reputation got tarnished,
As to why? Nobody knows!
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There was a young lady named Rose
Who painted her fingers and toes.
She painted them black
But she did lack
Enough to varnish her nose!
There Was A Young Man Named Round
There was a young man named Round
Who owned a lugubrious hound.
Its name was Bill.
They lived on a hill
And this limerick says nothing profound!
Sandwich Wrapper
Rising at 6 am
I take up my virtual pen.
Then I see
Staring at me
The sandwich wrapper from yesterday.
Ah the romance of a writer’s life.
Had I a wife
She would clear that away,
Or more likely say
In a manner most sweet
“You throw away what you eat
My dearest love
For you are not above
Taking a trip to yonder bin.
Therein
You will discover abandoned schemes
And broken dreams”.